Ariel Riveros Pavez
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Naturatum
It’s not outsidethe realm of a framethat a personis a flesh and bloodhurricanewho’s lifespanhas been stretched outto 70 or 80 yearsand has adaptedto the indoors –writing, talking– even planningwhere they’re goingto on their nextoverseas holiday. Continue reading
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On being released from a choke hold
I let go my handfrom his butcher window displaythroathe coughed and wept and cursedsat down and looked at mein contempthe got up and left this room.On returning he asked meif I ever felt remorse or love I said that is… Continue reading
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Argument for a flat or open universe
The notion of heat death in these particular postulate universes above mentioned in the title culminates in absolute zero a pedestrian corollary is, if you leave something or someone coldthat is how you’ll find them if you leave somethingor someone… Continue reading
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Area Code +612
Under the careful watch of all nights happiness, hidden under blankets awoke, to call me up on a telephone from somewhere asking if I needed company in my soft voice left over from sleeping I asked what time was the… Continue reading
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Waiting Room (Doctor's Surgery)
He’s the only one seated and the happiness in magazines can stay closed Toys, public announcements the government and communityworking for youhappiness in photographs the doctors has a devoted gardenwooden furnitureand the wide romanceof regional stillness He hears the other… Continue reading
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Poverty
What can be done with the expectation that one enjoys all circumstance the swap meets in a half light of a dog’s hours without their owner in a reservoirwalkers, or trespasserslook at trees note the cold musicof waters, the pauseof… Continue reading
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Water Crisis of 2076
The tap is running I do not want to get out of bed to turn it off because my bed is warm and I’m nearly asleep I think of the whales and the inevitable water crisisof 2076 I get up… Continue reading
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Drunken Basho contemporary haiku
”disasters are certain… ’till then it’s a view into a keyhole for some, or living in big rooms for others…” Continue reading
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Day 43
The voices no longer speakbetween my middle earand perimetersit’s been years since that conversationfrom the outsidenow it is cyclicalI see that nownever the down but this is the downnot sad, or death peeringbut still to me and the flower my lackadaisy… Continue reading
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Karl Marx/Christopher Pearse Cranch Mashup
I A WONDROUS light is filling the air, And rimming the clouds of the old despair; And hopeful eyes look up to see Truth’s mighty electricity,– A spectre is haunting Europe—the spectre of communism. All the powers of old Europe… Continue reading
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