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dispatches into the void
Friday, July 18, 2008
can take no blade to them
it is the privacy of armpits
that soft sensitive spot
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only later do I remember that he is also a painter
he writes in the air between us
beaten down
I have been dreaming
Pleasant Hill
thanks Morgan, for this
my evening was spent in 'Bloody Poetry'
reading
with a strange light in his eye he says
on top of Fort Ancient earthworks
can take no blade to them
epiphany
two friends had friends die unexpectedly last weekend
he writes...
fire tower bottom and top
from 'The Plague'
from the west bank
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