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Bruce Andrew’s books include I Don’t Have Any Paper So Shut Up (Sun and Moon Press) and Swoon Noir (Chax Press).
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April 14, 2021
When you think of white do you think of Rembrandt
in darkness pockmarked a sieve or a monkfish
Ahead now ahead then: ash scrub pine shade
and Penny –– then twelve then my brother’s sole friend
in darkness pockmarked a sieve or a monkfish
Ahead now ahead then: ash scrub pine shade
and Penny –– then twelve then my brother’s sole friend
by Graham Foust
April 7, 2021
To sing’s to field thought’s
failed arrow, then drop it,
as sadness surprises,
as always, then doesn’t,
its record all rumors, bits
of lithic in its meat,
failed arrow, then drop it,
as sadness surprises,
as always, then doesn’t,
its record all rumors, bits
of lithic in its meat,
March 31, 2021
Underneath the electric microscope frass gathered like a word no one could pronounce, or something children left in a cage. Sugar ants were gorging on the corpse of a cicada next to the front door. Soon four golden mounds were theirs, to carry back in their lemony bellies to the queen. I have a box of nine suns set on spikes, a pair of gray bags concealing speakers. I am your teacher, said the teacher, alone in a room. If there is a predicate to this.
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