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The boy set out to find the end of breathing. He found temples in many cities, the body in wondrous poses. Two oceans, layers of cloud. The sun told its …

So anyway, said the arbiter. So anyway, said the sad sack slumped behind the bench. Said the world going over to night. Keep the following fragments from your time here. …

Entry Denied says the sign at the top of his life. A white arrow in green points down. He empties his pockets in front of the turnstile. Here is a …

Hopalong Cassidy dresses in black plastic. He wears a hard black hat and sits on a white horse named Topper. His ears are broken off. Run your fingers over the …

Lay the instruments on the deck pumiced smooth as a baby’s cheek. Pull the horizon down. Trade all your desire for this exact moment. None other exists. Tomorrows chain the …

Green bursting from a skin of brown. First daffodil risking the frost of March. Your body bursts from its skin of sleep. It was nightmare, or pain digging your earth …

These words could suspend my beloved in space, these words could keep her here forever. I can make a liturgy of the names, as starfire, lightning, moonburst, night. I will …

He sits in the waiting room of his life. The birds halt their song. Crickets absent themselves. There is no season. On his bike he is riding in place. The …