Oh, Mary dressed in water. I followed you into the river. There – a seizure. Thoughts vaulted from […]
foliage, aphid’s hour :: finding clay with flesh and flesh :: a mastmaiden of its own :: petals […]
People on the roads and in the gardens. Sunny bunnies eyes, hands, sounds of whispers of people, plants, […]
I haven’t been dead forty-eight hours but I can tell you what will come of this revolution. I […]
I I have come here to be murdered. II I have come here, and because I have come […]
Near Where the Rector Had Stood I had to get away from my program, which had turned stifling, […]
these were the changeling motions of an undivided landscape—we might call it, the undivided concept | scarce recorded, […]
It is Saturday morning when Wayne hears a knock on the caravan door. He is awake but still […]
Co-producers and hosts of the Unsound Methods podcast, Lochlan Bloom and Jaimie Batchan, recently sat down with Ansgar […]
It’s raining. Two women come indoors. We have been expecting them: Sadie and Madeline. Sadie’s online application has […]
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