33.0: CREATIVE COMMONS



Silence in snowy streets

The footprints were black as tarmac, somehow withholding the light which otherwise streamed across the intersection of snowy streets: perhaps they had captured her soul as she walked from the basilica over to the poet’s monument and then to the …

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Ways of the Mind as Subject 46-60

46 light wanes in Trinidad; the red ibises return; the mind loses its wager with disbelief   47 light heartedly the mind conceived the cello without frets   48 for its own security the mind forged the food chain   …

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Dogs in Space

Somewhere in Patagonia, an old man carries an axe, and a kitten blows like tumbleweed down a street otherwise empty. The closed storefronts are vacant as dreams, and the traffic lights like absence before the raw wind. It is barely …

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When I met you in the hall

When I met you in the hall you were all inclement weather on a stony coast and you held my hand as though we were more than we could be: preppy kids in a pop-song duet retrofitting dignifying deniable half-truths …

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The Walker

I walk through the city, plaiting up dreams. They are best found at night, steaming on the road, where they have been tossed out car windows or flattened from the long walks home. I straighten the dreams, pull the colours …

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apropos

The relation between show & tell show the seed tell the chair. there were no poppies but there was beeswax, there were no forums save the framed rain, The lead shone purple. Husks sprouted underneath, Not yellow, Dry brown. The …

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Kerb side collection

Take the broken things from the side of the road the rotted cedar setting the tippling tables the cathode ray tv the rusted chair the torn fabric the fallen angels the terracotta pots. Take the broken things from this derelict …

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inadequate stovetop

i lap up macadamia fuzz in a middle aged stroll of the ‘nature’. espying a roof rack means change the world instead, or try on sunglasses ingested by a seven-eleven, or read emily bitto’s poem & feign a partner’s formal …

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Quietly Off-Key

~ Donald Justice   A song went looking for light, But that is another story. Cities burn behind us, the lake Glitters: Do not bother with odes, My son, an elegy is preparing itself For the suicides of 196__. The …

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sueltame rocky coast smelter

sueltame hermana media hermana nada mas que un acquaintance an accident historic agujero negro never negro never the home place never the broken home platitudes only the sucios make you sweat second hand I came to understand la ley de …

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Just Lexicons

~ George Oppen   A zero, a nothing, a barbarity — Cars on the highway filled with speech, The darkness of trees. The extreme from up-state (Grateful for a breeze): He who will not work shall not eat. It is …

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Beautiful

The word’s been bounced about in gas stations as you’re pumping way, the spectral drops on the pavement. You resent it there, that serpent. The word’s been bellowed out a bar door flooding with night after a tab’s been left …

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