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Monthly Archives: March 2014
The Diabetic Elegiac
ONE morning, at the beginning of your end, step on a scale and the numbers blend all the way to the right. All of your pants are tight. A rash develops across your chest and up along your neck. You … Continue reading →
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Tagged Angel Uriel Perales, Barrette, Bolus, Cinquefoils, Clarinet, Coda, diabetes, Dialysis, Eidetic, Elegiac, Fungus Gnats, Hydropsy, insulin, Neuropathy, Ostinato, Passacaglia, Poetry, Reliquary, Rickyard, Sylvan, Timbre, Tumbao, Votary
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Reverb
Chenille skull above cordovan squint, furtive, suspicious of the trim, I stop along the arborvitae, contemplate the dahlias all in a line, aligned. The hairdresser, a friseur, plucks at my curls absentmindedly. “Such a shame,” she says to herself. “Because … Continue reading →
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Tagged Abattoir, Angel Uriel Perales, Arborvitae, Chenille, Cordovan, Dahlias, Friseur, Gabardine, Hairdresser, Poetry, Reverberation, Shelterbelt
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