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  • On a Version of “Lady with Lapdog” | Synch

    How clever, to leave out all the articles, thereby suggesting their story, their plight, were less a story than a portrait

  • Cave Milk

    How can it be Tomaz? How is it

  • George Orwell Sucks

    How can a word evocative of so much pleasure,. both adult and infantile, find itself used – by almost everybody – in

  • November

    Hours ago I was walking with my dog down

  • EASTHAM TURNIPS, ROUTE 6, NOVEMBER

    Honor System, the sign tacked to a scrub oak said,

  • Barn Red

    Home alone, I swirl on scarlet lipstick and forget that I did,

  • THE DAY

    History sings “misery, misery.”

  • Exclusive Beautiful Grapheme War

    history means touch, bodies

  • Three Poems

    His Majesty’s flock of Spanish sheep at Kew is most grievously afflicted...

  • Grandpa David Told Me Once of Carpathia, a Place He had Never Been

    His hospital topped

  • On History

    His father’s boss was a Millerite—

  • Revolver

    His face was a festival.  Inside it,