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on the horizon the mountain
on the horizon the mountainit doesn’t entertain distractfrom the steam that creepsup from around the edges of the hood and climbsup the outside of the windshieldnowhere do you readthat you should get out of the van and walkaway abandon the childish father who drovethe van into this conditionthat you should abandonthe mixture of embarrassment and Continue reading
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between
betweenacting out a mango treeand acting out a macawi acteda spirit life between spirit livesi wasan out of work actoramong out of work actorswe wereall naked between costumesinvisible between roles we wereso manyi tried to countgave up and countedthe grass insteadwe all rodea near nonexistent breezethrough near motionless leaveswe might have rodea bus on a Continue reading
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there was dream previous to this
there was dream previous to thisdream dreamt in the black ink depths of the seawhere creatures never seenswim through the deeper sleepdream not remembered as i rise float upward almost break surface with my face wake almostsea water filters dims the light that enters from aboveby which i read the parchment coloureddream of sandread the Continue reading
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through a hole in a wood
through a hole in a wood plank face of a tent on a fencepostbeaks wide open baby swallows two or three a band of amateur birds a choirof voices that haven’t maturedthat haven’t trained to singthey cheep cheepcheepfrom the stage that is a floorof block wood in a small house made of two one by Continue reading
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some of those
some of those spirits in the air over the mountain gathered themselves into a girlwind who wanted music before there was a word for music and slowly she began to dance and danced herself into a salsa dance and danced herself round and round and danced herself into a spin and spun faster and faster Continue reading
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