poetry
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Clothes on the Floor
We were in close chambers for a year had stepped across each others thresholds. We brought lifelong obscura, our sour drops of stories that together stirred made lakes in common you and the distrust of the utterance of love and… Continue reading
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Half-bird Poem
They are keepsakeswhichwhatever words. they’re kept for ideasthat became humanand wandered off. or other selves fallenfrom parapets like sick birds these whichway when-whatever wordsempty walnut shells floatingon leaf-littered stormwater that arrive in a thatcharch bundlebird poopedbird tired arrived at grey… Continue reading
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Mountain Garden
In winter, heat first arrives as a vertical wish. Somewhere deep in a park inside the nowhere between night and morning shadows wave on barely audible ground and from behind a fence the smell of paraffin awakens the iron of… Continue reading
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Slept Psychology
Only when eyelids knock on each otherfor the purposes of entrydo they close and shut you in. Here is a pillow you can usefor a mattressto take advantage of rapid rapping onblack doors.I’m trying to rememberthe last time I rememberedhypnogogia… Continue reading
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Acquisition
The ground is rentedbut I own my bed,the expanse of waterbetween my lotof clothes on the floorand the days I’ve livedand measured out. These possessionsthat hold melap up.At times the levelof grasp and acquisitiondrowns me insymbolic roomsjuggling pink,yellow and bluedetergent… Continue reading
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jape
i’m invisibleyour eyes are covered we swap handover dogs and cats laughing Continue reading
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Sombrenatory
In the salt of your surfaceaccount was made for the lost loverwho even coming to sensesafter taking steps awayfirst aloof aloft on the roofat night, without tearsor maudlin songs of watermillsworking with only the sound of chains and gearsunder a… Continue reading
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A prose poem
layers of tunnels – long horizontal, partial and interrupted, entwined and overlapping conceptually speaking. embedded in bedding, wedded in webbing. the faith in love of this traversable earth of maze beckons visions – tempts hopefuls to rush – makes visions.… Continue reading
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The Fish of Wisdom
carpe diem but not too much yet with full gusto take, savour the middle path! don’t be excessive though all things in balance even balance and when you fall do it all the way and fall face first but safely… Continue reading
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green kurraba point ferry
fast of rope and fish in the sump and the whole whiff of salt wood and spur make broad motor heave, beam crack and the cable zings in the cross breeze. the prow drops and we lurch at the handbars,… Continue reading
Ariel Riveros Pavez 