30.1: MADE

Poetry guest edited by David Prater




Not Just Yet

Identity Dazzling Heaving Devouring Warning Rock Oysters Scattered Dice On World's edge   Standing on my suitcase With stethoscope, searching for Unfinished words from my practised monologue   $5 in pocket left   A manufactured lake separates The lifestyle I …

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Do not place anything on top of your lover

The light flickers, And Derrida's graffiti asks: when our eyes touch, is it night or is it day? Our tongues are now maple syrup the colour of god's hair or something I give him marks at least for genuine attention. …

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Book Teaching

i thought you could tell me how to pick up or something he mumbled, feeding that slim volume to the chute. Outside, he looked back at the Stacks inside the library windows and saw a skirt flutter beside the 2nd …

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Label the Provinces

Label the provinces: She

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Speedy Syntax

the crescent curve of his back when flame touches skin stitching sinners he peeled back the sheet and slid his hands with the speedy syntax of channel surfing. Recommended temperature should not exceed 42 degrees. the time we got the …

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We did a few drawings

Can you remember our guest in this empty house? the room humid with cooking cotton, Its illusions are fully furnished, since the windows filled with milk blast of glass waste banking up for airless weeks. The money spider crosses a …

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Neighbours

It's not often I see you in front of me. Those heavy eyes that shift from left to right through public streets. Back home, you tap the wall with bare hands that slide down and let you in – tapping …

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Here in the Public Sauna

1. 'Then go ahead and put your nothing in my basket,' Paul offered. We begin our evolutionary strategy in earnest: Here in the public sauna before you so that you too can, in parks with department store catalogues, the ghost …

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Hypochondriac

historian: this body of work to be studied Or it can be something else entirely. As the key sticks I can't write, the story i'm lacking a train route and just filling out the questionnaire / in the yoga class, …

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Requested

The bath opens a blue glass page- all night we drift, gazing at hard water, splinters of light, the moon its own decoration. In this swimsuit season skin fashions an easy audience, teasing out the noise of men. Mark the …

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like knots on top of each other

folded fullmoon just looking at the roof – he will draw yet another telephone. our tongues are maple syrup now or unripe pineapple. I think I should smoke, domesticate a brown pelican. white paint is medicine but locomotive wind it …

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Could Anyone Be Bothered

Could anyone be bothered pressing these flecks of leaf and breakfast smudges and wattle pollen in one tidy package vanquished with a smirk? i thought you could tell me. Sometimes I lick the underside of his person as a series …

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