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Monthly Archives: July 2011
Márquez en Mississippi
Indio, inculcado surreal y peláo del demótico inquieto, arrepentido, sudando en el extranjero. These dusty roads reject you. These suited passengers reject you. The grey bus driver rejects you. This language rejects you. Faulkner rejects you along with the confederate … Continue reading
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The Mansfield Bar
Not a drinking establishment, sparks strike when scraping asphalt, just twenty-two inches off the ground, a standard to annoy the truck industry since that infamous death long ago on a balmy night in June, “Kiss them for me,” she said, … Continue reading
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Tsunami Wave Train
for Morgan Gibson Spring sea; Blinking turtle exposed in drawback. Silent cage cricket, bitter persimmon, await moon glare. Laughing anglerfish rises. Fallen leaves swirl, dissolve in oyster stew.
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