January 2012
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Noah and the Whale_The First Days Of Spring
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“I have pulled the bones out of my body to make temples from them.
there is holy...”
– Anis Mojgani (Excerpt from In my Library there are 16 Books)
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Dan Mangan__Sold
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Sunday Paper's Advertisement Section
“CLOUD SEEKING CLOUD FOR RAINBOW GENOCIDE.
MUST BE ABLE TO SPEAK 4 SPECIES OF BIRD INCLUDING SEAGULL, PIGEON, AND HAWK.
NO STRATO-NIMBUS MOOD SWINGERS PLEASE. SHAPE SHIFTING AS A HOBBY IS A MUST.
BUT NO BUTTER MILK GOD COMPLEXES.
SHIFTING INTO SOMEONE’S DEAD CAT TO MAKE THEM CRY IS NOT ORIGINAL.
I ENJOY CREATING PHALLIC RESTORATIONS, TORNADO TEASING FARMERS, AND STEALING SPOTLIGHT FROM ALL...
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I Have To Tell You
I have to tell you, there are times when the sun strikes me like a gong, and I remember everything, even your ears.
—-Dorothea Grossman
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Marcelo Camelo e Mallu Magalhães - Janta
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Grieves__Bloody Poetry
This is what it’s...
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“Allow me to be an ocean, allow me to freeze.
I’m saying I can hold you up,...”
– Derrick Brown
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“so today,
from my snap-chested heart
spraying,
fully flying,
sending out the...”
– —Buddy Wakefield
(excerpt from Giant Saint Everything)
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James Vincent McMorrow_Sparrow And The Wolf
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Love Poem
You are the music of two grasshoppers making love in a school yard where four-year-olds ask me, what are the grasshoppers doing? and I tell them they’re dancing to the music of You are the gaps in my ribcage where the sunrise winds through to my heart and You are the part of the sunset that is so pink the grasshoppers think maybe we should stop and watch You are the moon when it bloomed for the...
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December 2011
15 posts
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Hello Seahorse!__Ginebra Dulce
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“I return
to be lost in you—-a planet of ocean,
and I am a buoy
that...”
– Jon Sans
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Patrick Watson_The Great Escape
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I dug and dug night and day on your grave and rebuilt you. I raised your breasts for the dust, the mouth I adored from its ashes, reconstructed your arms and your legs and your eyes, your hair of twisted metal and I gave you life… And that, my love, is just the way they rebuilt Warsaw… Now you can understand how love built the avenues, made the moon sing in the gardens.
—Pablo...
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Bright Eyes__First Day of My Life
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THINGS TO DO
Clean my desk.
Look out the window forever…
Get up in the morning and brush my hair. Just brush my hair.
Get up in the morning and then go back to sleep, pull her close to me, fall down into the warm sea of her breath. It’s true, it is that deep…
Listen to the radio, any station and weep at the miracle of language, drink my tea, and agree with it all…
Buy an alarm clock that...
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November 2011
25 posts
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Lovers_Boxer
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STAY
There are snowflakes on my tongue I want to melt on your inner thigh. There’s a face in the moon I still call Jesus some nights. My body is a temple where I’ve burned so many scriptures I see smoke every time I look in the mirror.
Kiss me where the flames turned blue. Tell me there are places on my skin That look exactly like the sky And your heart is a jet plane Heavy with the weight of...
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Dan Mangan__Robots
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“I’m thinking of the night that the lights went out and how I learned to...”
– Chris Pureka
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