There are over three thousand species of mosquito. One species of human. Melinda is an ancient, Australian strain […]
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time poem a note on recitationrecited in real time, the “time poem” would take an entire year: were […]
THE OCEAN IS WOOD. We ride sun-drenched orange and yellow waves. Swim in-line along the grain. Knots redirect […]
On pilgrimage of celebrants there I clamber and Heavenways,on the uplift carried surgeward vertexing to cumuloskies;my laddering, stepto […]
Begin in medias res, prose style spare. A hot day, a white room, a spattered wooden workbench. In […]
I want to be ruined by the thing I already knew in the new desiring.—Alina Ștefănescu How many […]
The few known copies of The Illuminated Tower — assuming, of course, they are legitimate — are said […]
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There was nothing new in Fabo’s story about the car. He always launched into it by tightening and […]
“He that troubleth his own house shall inherit the wind…” Dear Mother, I am often reminded of King […]
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