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  • Twelve Wings & Mother of the Holy Hope

    It was difficult to get a nurse.

  • The Fortieth Day | Pussy Riot/Want/Don’t/Want

    Now she called forth nights of a different kind of brilliance when the moon wrapped every thing with light—

  • The Daughter and 6AM

    I wish I had another chance

  • A Brief Portfolio

    There is no consensus when Dadaism ended & when Surrealism didn’t.

  • What’s Real? | Is Nothing Sacred Anymore?

    This question didn’t much interest me

  • Shin Issues | Flash Flood

    Probably you have shins.

  • Disseminate

    Plums to the Garden of Eden. Their flesh

  • from Devil Mutant Child

    Exactly the hair I wanted,

  • Plume

    The old wheelbarrow aimed like a cannon

  • Wisdom

    Friends may be starting to say

  • Oak | Installation

    I sat at it, a good table—one of a number

  • Purge

    The Aryan Jesus, in Hitler’s painting