Anyone will sound the fool in the story of how he was scammed by lilies, by summers. Very common, they’ll tell you, in the performance of good manners and digestion the world over. And how would you like being robbed of your name, only to have it...
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Two Poems by Philip Fried
Statue of the Leader as Perseus Atop his heroic nudity, a soft cap, though rendered in marble, with rounded crown and a stiff brim projecting from below the logo MAGA now marmoreal. Transfixed by that severed female head, suspended in his left hand...
Two Poems By Patron Henekou in English and French
Dalva « Je l’ai aperçue, celle qu’on surnommait dans la cité « la créature » ou « Vivenda Ercilia, la diablesse », c’est selon, au moment où elle sortait de l’eau. Nue, de la tête aux pieds, insouciante de tout danger. » Les enfants du Brésil...
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Curses
on October 13, 2017 Let the fat-assed harvest moon Shake herself off the horizon To crush you. Let the Pacific breach the coast, The plains, the Mississippi’s dagger, And drag you back to the Marianas Trench. Let every ghost, frantic, sullen or...
Two Poems by Philip Fried
Statue of the Leader as Perseus Atop his heroic nudity, a soft cap, though rendered in marble, with rounded crown and a stiff brim projecting from below the logo MAGA now marmoreal. Transfixed by that severed female head, suspended in his left hand...
Two Poems By Patron Henekou in English and French
Dalva « Je l’ai aperçue, celle qu’on surnommait dans la cité « la créature » ou « Vivenda Ercilia, la diablesse », c’est selon, au moment où elle sortait de l’eau. Nue, de la tête aux pieds, insouciante de tout danger. » Les enfants du Brésil...
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Curses
on October 13, 2017 Let the fat-assed harvest moon Shake herself off the horizon To crush you. Let the Pacific breach the coast, The plains, the Mississippi’s dagger, And drag you back to the Marianas Trench. Let every ghost, frantic, sullen or...
The Day the Dead King Spoke the Bomb
The day the dead king spoke the bomb Into the ear of the man who counts the fuses A Saturday, began like Friday had The man who flattens the graves chose his Favorite tractor from a row Of tractors nobody but him could tell apart The one he knew...
Excerpt from Crowded
Good-bye, Big Dipper; good-bye, Pleiades; goodbye, Orion, good-bye. Underneath this dome leeching its incandescence into the sky, the “what’s that? what’s that? what’s that, what’s that?” of the modern trade in attention disorder, our faces booked...
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Two Poems by Philip Fried
Statue of the Leader as Perseus Atop his heroic nudity, a soft cap, though rendered in marble, with rounded crown and a stiff brim projecting from below the logo MAGA now marmoreal. Transfixed by that severed female head, suspended in his left hand...
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Curses
on October 13, 2017 Let the fat-assed harvest moon Shake herself off the horizon To crush you. Let the Pacific breach the coast, The plains, the Mississippi’s dagger, And drag you back to the Marianas Trench. Let every ghost, frantic, sullen or...
The Day the Dead King Spoke the Bomb
The day the dead king spoke the bomb Into the ear of the man who counts the fuses A Saturday, began like Friday had The man who flattens the graves chose his Favorite tractor from a row Of tractors nobody but him could tell apart The one he knew...
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Irreverence Alone
Anyone will sound the fool in the story of how he was scammed by lilies, by summers. Very common, they’ll tell you, in the performance of good manners and digestion the world over. And how would you like being robbed of your name, only to have it...
Two Poems by Philip Fried
Statue of the Leader as Perseus Atop his heroic nudity, a soft cap, though rendered in marble, with rounded crown and a stiff brim projecting from below the logo MAGA now marmoreal. Transfixed by that severed female head, suspended in his left hand...
Two Poems By Patron Henekou in English and French
Dalva « Je l’ai aperçue, celle qu’on surnommait dans la cité « la créature » ou « Vivenda Ercilia, la diablesse », c’est selon, au moment où elle sortait de l’eau. Nue, de la tête aux pieds, insouciante de tout danger. » Les enfants du Brésil...
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Two Poems by Philip Fried
Statue of the Leader as Perseus Atop his heroic nudity, a soft cap, though rendered in marble, with rounded crown and a stiff brim projecting from below the logo MAGA now marmoreal. Transfixed by that severed female head, suspended in his left hand...
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Curses
on October 13, 2017 Let the fat-assed harvest moon Shake herself off the horizon To crush you. Let the Pacific breach the coast, The plains, the Mississippi’s dagger, And drag you back to the Marianas Trench. Let every ghost, frantic, sullen or...
Two Poems By Patron Henekou in English and French
Dalva « Je l’ai aperçue, celle qu’on surnommait dans la cité « la créature » ou « Vivenda Ercilia, la diablesse », c’est selon, au moment où elle sortait de l’eau. Nue, de la tête aux pieds, insouciante de tout danger. » Les enfants du Brésil...
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Curses
on October 13, 2017 Let the fat-assed harvest moon Shake herself off the horizon To crush you. Let the Pacific breach the coast, The plains, the Mississippi’s dagger, And drag you back to the Marianas Trench. Let every ghost, frantic, sullen or...
The Day the Dead King Spoke the Bomb
The day the dead king spoke the bomb Into the ear of the man who counts the fuses A Saturday, began like Friday had The man who flattens the graves chose his Favorite tractor from a row Of tractors nobody but him could tell apart The one he knew...
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Irreverence Alone
Anyone will sound the fool in the story of how he was scammed by lilies, by summers. Very common, they’ll tell you, in the performance of good manners and digestion the world over. And how would you like being robbed of your name, only to have it...
Curses
on October 13, 2017 Let the fat-assed harvest moon Shake herself off the horizon To crush you. Let the Pacific breach the coast, The plains, the Mississippi’s dagger, And drag you back to the Marianas Trench. Let every ghost, frantic, sullen or...
Two Poems by Philip Fried
Statue of the Leader as Perseus Atop his heroic nudity, a soft cap, though rendered in marble, with rounded crown and a stiff brim projecting from below the logo MAGA now marmoreal. Transfixed by that severed female head, suspended in his left hand...
The Day the Dead King Spoke the Bomb
The day the dead king spoke the bomb Into the ear of the man who counts the fuses A Saturday, began like Friday had The man who flattens the graves chose his Favorite tractor from a row Of tractors nobody but him could tell apart The one he knew...
Two Poems By Patron Henekou in English and French
Dalva « Je l’ai aperçue, celle qu’on surnommait dans la cité « la créature » ou « Vivenda Ercilia, la diablesse », c’est selon, au moment où elle sortait de l’eau. Nue, de la tête aux pieds, insouciante de tout danger. » Les enfants du Brésil...
Excerpt from Crowded
Good-bye, Big Dipper; good-bye, Pleiades; goodbye, Orion, good-bye. Underneath this dome leeching its incandescence into the sky, the “what’s that? what’s that? what’s that, what’s that?” of the modern trade in attention disorder, our faces booked...
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Curses
on October 13, 2017 Let the fat-assed harvest moon Shake herself off the horizon To crush you. Let the Pacific breach the coast, The plains, the Mississippi’s dagger, And drag you back to the Marianas Trench. Let every ghost, frantic, sullen or...
Two Poems by Philip Fried
Statue of the Leader as Perseus Atop his heroic nudity, a soft cap, though rendered in marble, with rounded crown and a stiff brim projecting from below the logo MAGA now marmoreal. Transfixed by that severed female head, suspended in his left hand...
The Day the Dead King Spoke the Bomb
The day the dead king spoke the bomb Into the ear of the man who counts the fuses A Saturday, began like Friday had The man who flattens the graves chose his Favorite tractor from a row Of tractors nobody but him could tell apart The one he knew...
Two Poems By Patron Henekou in English and French
Dalva « Je l’ai aperçue, celle qu’on surnommait dans la cité « la créature » ou « Vivenda Ercilia, la diablesse », c’est selon, au moment où elle sortait de l’eau. Nue, de la tête aux pieds, insouciante de tout danger. » Les enfants du Brésil...