poetry
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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
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ReReturn
When you return you’re like a different identity different landmarks of unannounced discoveries. you are potent with journeys with love, names written in concrete, solitary nights where you could have smashed all your belongings and like a door way opening… Continue reading
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Dream
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Improvisation around meeting my friend Virginia
Am I the only one atop a pillar in a room of footsteps and spoken phenomena the book drops and when I say this the book drops I won’t fill my words with master founder directives this actuates and the… Continue reading
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Absence
When you were born arriving like an arrow amongst arrows many organisms, geological ages, cities, books and ideas passed and now live on planets of prior Earths. A butterfly lives in a room for centuries. The shock felt by running… Continue reading
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Guesthouse
Taking parts of the riverlocked in a suitcaseto enjoy and studyand see if the voices re-emerge fromthe ausland of negativitybusy with lettersenvelopes the internal compartments ofthis suitcase of coordinatesof catcradle betweenthe floors of my hotel the mezzanine threading throughappearing from… Continue reading
Ariel Riveros Pavez 