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54 Ice Crystals

Learn to accept a thing before it is named, they say, since the act of naming curtails the potential of process without end It will neither dress me nor reveal me If the sentence you’re on breaks in half It’s … Continue reading

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Thorn Ladder

Blood rose your body the earth line scorched barbed too within it I’m caught if you can’t move I’m stuck post-human you and I wedded beyond mystery on the cusp caught or idled in line on the line to be … Continue reading

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In the Chemo Room

We who are turned away from the star —Blanchot There’s no one here like the girl in Tarkovsky’s Stalker, left awake in the clear morning after night’s watch. Here, today, everyone is old, floating on feeble cheerfulness, the relief or … Continue reading

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Reaching for Roses

Like kissing yourself after fingering a thorn, no need to preach to the choir. Lessons learned and forgotten can be learned again. Like new eyeglasses held up to the flames, scorched timbers can be used to build reminders, to frame … Continue reading

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If There Were a Heaven, It Would Stink with Life

maledicta Paradisus in qua tantum cacatur! —William of Auvergne Blanchot wrote that Nietzsche was the first to teach us that, “if you begin to think, then you can hope for no rest.” [The Writing of the Disaster, p 123] And … Continue reading

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Acéphale

  Masson saw skulls spilled in Champagne, tried to box the damage in canvas. In a new year pomegranates are lucky, they say. If one is offered with bowed head take it—take four, like Persephone. Antioxidant or IED is not … Continue reading

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Poetry and Communication

From a time in my late teens when I couldn’t yet write poetry I’ve salvaged this fragment: Fathers: perennial movement tumescent adolescence caught by webs of clotheslines on a ladder of muscle and bone into the womb. Mothers: perfumed shadows … Continue reading

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