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Poem upon having my solitude excluded
me and John Forbes are suntanningin Annandale, “John what’s your take on Baudrillardat Lightning Ridge?” we sip our wets, actifed CCi think of my childhood “have a swig of this”“thanks, so much better!” “How many Mark O’Connorswere there? or were… Continue reading
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Browser History
A medicine cabinetblack box at [IP address]pinging the wreckageof urge anddilettante scratchings what happened toall the pastel websites?design without designers. companies selling appsdon’t bother with pleasingthe larger screenand they’re not even selling gelato. Some histories were deep net –accessing the… Continue reading
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A Lyric
I talk to myselfand then I turn the volume down lower than under my breathand now I’m humming my words. for an hour or two I was thinkingabout where those words are coming from going to. Who is saying them?Like,… Continue reading
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Good Night
roasted lambencyand rosencyunder a rusted coruscatingiron roof horses piddling in totalityin a grassy fieldingsundaying eveningly rest less or morwell hope you ate well tooguten acht tout Continue reading
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Catalysis
making a mapof our bare breath memory and signslandmarks on the flatsthe regular waves i’m making you a trapezefor your funin lieu of my maths homeworkyou dismount like a drenched athleteembracing me as i leave the relay in pauseand some… Continue reading
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fubble
be yourselfsaid i as you look,i am the type of person who says be yourself.that’s me! said i as you Continue reading
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bel canto
the croaking stopped for a moment the rococo mirror required no glance. and in my room my phone rings your image comes up and I’m speaking to your photo as well as you. and I heard the bell ring again… Continue reading
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Cosmome
[cosmos as experienced dome and mortal metronome] It happened again. No pose of reverie. The return of the dead and the return of exterminant cosmos I metabolised the night without a year’s creep of horror. Last night I meditated on… Continue reading
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To Cut a Pair of Scissors – flash fiction
I don’t know if the scissors broke when the bird then sang. Abelito was seated on the chair. His wealthy grandfather called for the magic woman of the area to cast a spell – to bestow a charmed life on… Continue reading
Ariel Riveros Pavez 