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Tue, 15.10.2024

BLADES by C.K. Williams

When I was about eight, I once stabbed somebody, another kid, a little girl.I’d been hanging around in front of the supermarket near our houseand when she walked by, I let her have it, right in the gap between her shirt and her shortswith a piece of broken-off car antenna, I used to carry around […]

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The windows of America are faceless, incestuous screens pumiced in pure glass, triangular, innocent, wired white hoods cropped in green glass. Comatose and armed explorers brought salt water from the... PRAYER: MT. HOOD AND ENVIRONS by Michael S. Harper.
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