Rachel Zolf



from “Janey Settler-Invader”

Now and then the wolves cry like souls in purgatory. I think they are reincarnations of dead Indigns come to reproach the palefeces. Every time c□ck hits in, energy shoots from the base of my spine. Perhaps Louis Riel, the …

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from The Tolerance Project: Poem 40 – American Picture

Some words are tasteless The dog accepts no treats from “Obama” There’s no 13th floor because their God is a prolongation of ego Founder of the little-known group known as “The Family” Only turned up as “solid” in the denial …

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