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Only while doing do we grasp you Just in the labor of our hands you take shape Thoughts are ghosts driving us out of the glorious world. Each mind is fabricating itself...
Read Morefor the first time with night falling with a dead thank-you on the ground, its feet still kicking my lips, it hits me like hot wind from the late train. I do have...
Read MoreSent this in a postcard to myself from Thailand. Thanks, Jami Sieber! 2012 is on us. The age of doing is over. Are you worshipping the past? Are you building fires...
Read MoreToo-close buzz, steel-shod electric clippers pulling off the hair. Bumblebees in their striped jackets, cousins of hummingbirds, not gliding but fired over nectar or...
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