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  • FOR MATS AND LAILA

    The Date Line lies motionless between Samoa and Tonga, but the Midnight Line glides across the ocean and islands and rooftops of huts.

  • It was never he, | One might say I’ve fulfilled the miserable obligation of constructing myself.

    It was never he,

  • A Fable: The Floss-Silk Tree and the Philodendron

    In Brazil they call the floss-silk  palo borracho

  • Licks

    We each were given three licks

  • Closed Eye Vision of Independence Day

    Dazzled drunks are bent over with laughter,

  • Turd

    Twelve inches, specific as a nail,

  • Cave Milk

    How can it be Tomaz? How is it

  • Down by the River

    Down by the river behind the barn

  • The Sunflower

    The sunflower

  • INVENTORY | CAKE TIN

    Open door, high cistern, wooden loo seat

  • Family Once Removed and Who Cooks for You?

    I like to be alone

  • Horoscope and American Upanishad

    Two hearts can charge the moment they meet,