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December 11, 2018
Cresting the fence, each leaf
sharply particular, edgy, nearly
identical to its kin.
December 4, 2018
I read somewhere that we brood when we’re alone, we act when we’re together. As in act in a play. But she wasn’t acting, at least she didn’t know she was acting. Or maybe she was a far better actor than he was.
November 29, 2018
A Selected Text from Conjunctions:71, A Cabinet of Curiosity
In this mariner’s damp the lichen sprouts, or rather creeps, in the manner molds and kisses do, prurient. Slightly closer then farther toward and away from their undisclosed destination. Investigating, guarded, but unwilling to cease from exploration.
November 27, 2018
Out here in the land of corn, if the farm people get to know you and judge you not too obstreperous for their barnyard sensibilities, you’re going to eventually hear at least one and probably a lot more stories about Dick Shook.
November 22, 2018
A Selected Text from Conjunctions:71, A Cabinet of Curiosity
Something was lying in the street. Ms. Wronski thought she saw it move, but by the time she had juggled her way up the stairs with her keys and the bag with the milk and the crumple of supermarket flyers and her satchel of ungraded homework, she was no longer certain.
November 20, 2018
The film begins silver, white, and black as two nude bodies make their way down the beach to a sea scattered with geranium heads a layer of petals overtaking us, one male and one female, as the wave does.
November 15, 2018
A Selected Text from Conjunctions:71, A Cabinet of Curiosity
After the sudden death of my employer, I was tasked with overseeing the transfer of his personal library. The books would travel from his studio in New York City to an arts foundation in Italy, where my employer had once enjoyed a long and productive stay, many years in the past.
November 13, 2018
8:00 p.m. in this perpetual night shift, and we talk again to the person inside the photo booth, you know, that one photo booth that tunnels all the way down—or up, depending on where you are—to that familiar place where all afterlife and underworld mythologies owe their artifice, the predictability of salvation they purport to deliver.
November 8, 2018
A Selected Text from Conjunctions:71, A Cabinet of Curiosity
A grown-up man not unlike me is trying to coax a struggling child into a box. That’s badly phrased and only a single sentence in we are in need of starting over.
November 6, 2018
There were parts I recognized.

I saw by night a man riding a red horse and he stood among the myrtle trees in the bottom and behind him were red horses, sorrel and white. My Lord what are these?
November 1, 2018
A Selected Text from Conjunctions:71, A Cabinet of Curiosity
The moment had come to see if it was true that Grumpa had a collection of ties lined with pictures of what her brother called “naughty ladies.”
October 30, 2018
In the beginning she was guilty, then her guilt
was scene:
                      the drift of rust-rimmed apple leaves,
the latticework of branches whose fruit
October 23, 2018
Even though I was a couple of floors below on the sidewalk, I thought I recognized her from long ago when I, or we, lived in another country. But I heard she’d died—nothing confirmed, but I’d been told as much, and yet, what do you do with this but try to forget that the person is real, forget that they may still be moving through life.
October 16, 2018
The knife was raised
before there was an after.
He cried out, “Stop, stop!
“My name means laughter.”
October 9, 2018
It was his mother’s necklace, so it had value to him, more value to him than probably to his wife. It was meant for a woman though, so he couldn’t wear it.
October 2, 2018
Song of Betel leaves being moved
from one cheek to the other and
someone sleeps on a sofa, the peal
of fleecy bells in the distance.
These real things. These real
things that make everything
real around them.
September 25, 2018
Take the depth of spring in air 
A depth-charge of life that is also death
To be in the right place
To take their picture
September 18, 2018
And in having “lost” a person twenty
years back as if out in these woods as if
looking    will find will be
found
September 11, 2018
The Oram brothers live up the mountain. Head east on the main road until it crosses the river and forks. Take the fork leading into the woods. Take the road less traveled. Don’t pat yourself on the back for your poet jokes. That is a false poem, and that poet knew it.
September 4, 2018
The skin is useful for allowing Heather to draw close to other products, to trade touches that result in pleasure, tickles, irritation, and rashes that blister and peel away. Heather’s internal units archive the glistening faces of other products. She wonders how they keep themselves so smooth, so lifelike.
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