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Theory
“The great pond and its waste of the lilies, all this Had to be imagined as an inevitable knowledge, Required, as a necessity requires” – Wallace Stevens “I came to theory desperate, wanting to comprehend-to grasp what was happening around… Continue reading
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Alchemy sensory and basal
What the sage knows all knowcommon cuts, sleight of handsa mechanism of sets and Zs shape of salt, run of liquid,agitation of solution,shake of plants, scent and piss of animal,foldable flat, sinkable hole,call back and call forth. Mostly worldly even… Continue reading
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Destigmatic – a note
What are the things I love and value about myself that overlap between health and sickness? For example, being high spirited. With grace and art this is an admired pillar of many personalities. With the stain of mood disorder the… Continue reading
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Alchemy sensory and otherwise to reach the midheavens
Meditate as a Roman wouldon Platonic solidsin a neoclassical time period if you like. Listen to nightclub music.Change your views to thatblack is brilliant and thin lightning of electric blue be likezero dimensional starsstretched to line on the midheavenswith where,… Continue reading
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My Mind
My mind is cloud shadow hovering over the hemispheres bells lacustrine oblique deltas what I cannot catch but can perceive is thus the complementarity. the fish swims the bird perches. the bird flies the fish stays. My sideways arc plots… Continue reading
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X
I’ve marked out indices in the rooms where I live all zig zagging and the house yawns out open windows and speaks to passers-by. I have nothing but to give out! with my blankets on the street mattress bedbase books.… Continue reading
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Flash fiction – thems the breaks
They passed the note to them and they held their hand in their pocket. They had a gentle worldliness to them but their friends wondered if they were in love with them, the two. The farewell in partial declaration, incomplete… Continue reading
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Shoalhaven
From the room nightis overrun with leaves and near river – a low boat engine soundsbang of the fuel tank. Over the porchthere’s a few house lights and a party where I canhear glasses and greetings. Continue reading
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Shadows
We stick to the day like unobserved law you are awake when I am awake and I sleep before you what I reap in the informality of broken passages of dream you bundle in sole logic the light of your… Continue reading
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Encamp
When I speak to your bonesI want nothing but the circulationof peace – tender junctures skin is wound aroundthe moon in brightest bloomrunning like the lives of saints I hum my wordslike deep swum fishand a tone from Herculaneum’s spectresplaying… Continue reading
Ariel Riveros Pavez 