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Newborn Fragments

      I want neither the sweetness of honey, nor the sting of bees —Sappho   1 will not sleep through the night, not even close —exhausted. never sleep again. i am almost afraid (sleep) dozing off            and i wake. –sick stomach, i am (ripped) out of my dreams. crying help. can’t speak help— sleep! […]

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Time and Moonshine

Spaces on this earth tattoo their soiled skins with prints, our opened paws, brief feet, steps of years, motions drawn upon immutable circles— The moon as orange and fiery as the sun itself, one night, parked on the canal side of a dirt road behind stacks of sweet smelling hay, the engine of your pine-green […]

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