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The Breakup

The breakup makes my lines rhyme urgently, as if vertigo, instead of making a hole in the ...

Safe

When will you be safe? When, when the light from geometric stars, the same bunch, a tad out of...

Guess my name

I was born on dirt surrounded by four hungry women. All I wanted was to see them fed. The ...

Tala's man

Lost your way in this mayhem of evil spearing deep and wide in spite of, or in search ...

Review of a Novel: The Pot of Jasmine

Often anti-feminist and sometimes tacky, but very informative on mental illness Katayoun ...

Status Report

Since I’m in constant pain, and laying in bed, immobile, with a horrible screen as ...

Oh Time

You run away to a broken poetry. At the wheel of a bullet. The dashes strobe in between ether ...

Ironically home

The stories I follow merge with the music rushing to convey the manufactured date, the ...

Day of the Dead II

Twenty years before he stepped out of the university and the speeding Yamaha propelled his soul ...

Tehran Taboo

As soon as it began I knew it wouldn’t end well. The elements of tragedy arranged as ...

Kavanaugh-Man

Since this is about a few, from the righteous judge, to the green mullah, with supreme ...

The Enormous Room

There is this unpleasantness to power, the way it contorts, like the jagged edges of ...

Last Kiss

As the world darkens, as crass fills the cracks wisdom could not mend in our savage ...

Edge of Shine

With an edge of shine, when the green world was not made of ache, when peas climbed posts...

The Game

Even though I haven’t slept in two days, going on three, with France making its debut at...

Do Wonder

Imagine a bridge high over water, high enough that the depth below, lost among the thick fog...

Elk Hole

Yeah I know, I write with you in mind, that you tried to yank from the black hole of ...

The End

This is an historic picture, like the one of Abe Lincoln in front of the tent at Gettysburg, or ...

M Blue

You are ankle-deep in water, flowing water. The leafs overhead, as sparse and as silvery as ...

Vidal vs. Buckley

I barely remember the drawl, the drool, the glassy eyes, the jacket, too big at the shoulder...

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