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King of Birds (ii)

My brother was four-years older, already on the edge of escape: anger and a bullet proof vest his only companions. When he was younger, he thought he was Geronimo and wore a tattered headdress (bought from some roadside souvenir stand) … Continue reading

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What Do Your Flowers Say Now?

I was on the edge of the mapped earth, where I rode the waves of anguish and lash, bandied about the suffering crush of the water’s cruel intent to drown. The gulls mad dash, lurch and startle, made the suffering … Continue reading

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Cold Failed Stars

Did she really exist or are the photographs reflections of my imagination? My eye for detail is amazing. I can see things that never happened. Like that barrage of comets that fell from her eyes like cold failed stars, littering … Continue reading

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A Brief History of My People

We were born in the City of Darlings and came to believe that in the world of spoon bending, it is the thought that counts. These hand crafted illusions have been passed down from generation to generation and we are … Continue reading

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Murmur

She kept returning from the dead as if it were still a surprise. She expected to be fed immediately as if we had nothing better to do, as if after her funeral we just remained seated in uncomfortable chairs and … Continue reading

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Trapeze

She was first and foremost a trapeze artist a high wire woman made of stone who blindfolded everyone around her. You don’t have to fall in love with everyone you see she said, as she lit a cigarette and smirked … Continue reading

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what becomes

Stars fell from the sky + silently slipped into the sea/ blind as they were/ as if to recover from some atmospheric indifference. {Can you imagine the arcs of illuminated surface?} How long before absence becomes the abyss? Swallowing shipwrecks/ … Continue reading

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