& so again the midnight chimes — if words their loved=ones gone to pieces — humxn privacy was […]
of the unwinding & arrangement of threads there can be no doubt — so many lines all unaware […]
I give my mind up as the occasion demands — like shitting through a chastity belt — in […]
the portrait hung on a wall — on which wall the Arachnoid cldn’t remember — it was long […]
but a spider is never more singular than when it dies in the very act of multiplication — […]
the Arachnoid is driving through the dead hours past high walls of yellowflowered prickly pear — through the […]
A spider in dreams is a symbol of the mother, but of the phallicmother, of whom we [sic] […]
When I approached poet Alina Ştefănescu about the possibility of doing an interview, the idea of discussing a […]
Sean lives in the Midwest and the Midwest lives in them; it’s mostly symbiotic. Twitter: Somniferously
Knowing her debut novel Disembodied was set for a summer release, a few months ago I approached writer […]
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