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Tie Some Thread To The Frozen Fly's Leg and walk him when he wakes. Source a toy, baby boy Baby hands pocket garden grenades. All big now you tell me all there is to masculinity. I ask you ‘Baby, what made dog Boy a man?’ Well,…

Fur Drop What worlds we build to keep the wild beauty we killed. What lives we lead so we can guard the treats we need. What beasts we are to wrap such fear around our fur. What would we give to let us save the…

I Couldn’t Say It To Your Face All day I walk around the city with an unfounded sense of confidence. I feel good, the way sometimes you just do, and somehow I avoid reflections and thinking about love, or the loss of it, or my…

Chipping Rocks Salim’s nails sparkle, but they are mostly black. Chipping a rock with his sharp metal stick, he wipes his drippy nose with the back of his hands, his matted hair is caked in Mica dust. While the barren Jharkhand hills…

Passage Plan Anchor of yearning, Cleat me to the seabed Where boneless algae stands upright. If the breakers grow fat on kelp, Then let me sleep among the drowned. Keel of tenacity, Propel me through this saw-like cove Before…

Curry It was just curry at the end of the day. Big oozing dollops of it served up on chips, Eyes streaming from vinegar sting. That stubborn stench that sticks to your hands Makes you wonder how you could ever love it. But you do, you…

Coill Liath ritheann gabhar as an bhfraoch dóite i dtreo droichid, thar sruthán salach is ionadh go rabhamar in ann teacht thar na sléibhte thréigeamar an saibhreas is ritheamar i dtreo an donais ár ndóchas millte: an gheis…