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A Few Words on Anarchy and America

A spectre is haunting America – the spectre of the unreconstructed individual. He cannot, and will never be, a cog in the machine of other’s grand designs. The current electoral season, reported as a clash… Read More...

TO BE RECITED TO LIZA ON HER BIRTHDAY

Withdraw winter from the lids of your eyes and keep it warm where none can feel; when summer is light with fireflies, when autumn falls with mute surprise, when chords accord, when tones congeal: withdraw… Read More...

For Jennifer

For Jennifer Time sleeps in a test tube, coils silently under the noses of the sleep-deprived and weightless. Sophocles heard it skirting the boundaries of his doorways, closed his eyes, prayed for sight, and clicked… Read More...

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some guys with good news came by – somethin’ ‘bout some overstretched hebe hellfire and an insurance scheme… Read More...

For Nina, Maybe

Well, someone has to smoke the world’s cigarettes, to leave little ash droppings to lead us out of the wilderness – a little nothing, a little boredom, so we can lean on buildings looking good… Read More...

Or the Singer to His Song

Sleep, a Painting It is time to turn against the night and draw the world within my palms, to set the crutch which holds the sky above the moon and silver beach. My gaze is… Read More...
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