1. “In Memory of the Horse David, Who Ate One of My Poems” takes up one page of […]
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on East Fourth Street near Phebe’s I took a class in 16mm filmmaking, down in a cluttered basement, […]
makes me wonder how I keep from going underwent into a tailspin doctor atomic orbitulsa, oklahoma panhandle me […]
I see the rock. I read the legend. I see the rock and I read the legend. The […]
We were dying. Not turbulence. Not when we shudder and think we’ll die then don’t. We glided through […]
On the Australians’ Opinions of This Life There are three things I should mention regarding the Australians’ opinions […]
Imagine there was a city that was, in many ways, Melbourne, Australia, but that, in equally as many […]
In my neighbourhood there is a convenience store named “Chilsung Supermarket”. To be more precise, this store is […]
Violet Insight Clara Parsons smokes vape. Tobacco: violet. Violet tobacco: Clara Parsons’ favourite flavour. Violet tobacco: Clara Parsons’ […]
They said it twelve times, swapping perspectives, before anything happened: You’re sitting on your hands, I’m sitting on […]
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