Friday, October 21, 2011
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Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Matterhorn
Heart, heart:
cataracts are not my scene.
The mirror
ricochets headphone
cymbals, keys--
puzzle paper beats
its rope.
No is the stuff of aureoles:
a sterilized place already
zeroed into pyramid
sleep.
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
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