{own, etc}

thru April 9th, 20% off all print books at Lulu with coupon code of TWENTY18

mine, self-published, are here:

http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/acolyteroad

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some recent:

IDEATIONS

the elderly
our unpraised
orphans
with healed
and self-taught
toys

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cancer is a pop gun and when I say missing I mean her body was seen by the lonely / her body / was having children but only those / we’d seen / in photos / I mean bus

of a christian
swim team

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when cooking, mama says she is burning the uniform of the country I was dragged through. she knows better than to come from rib. cheek, maybe. or fishhook.

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scar to my wound, this man believes in god. the last thing I learn is what I know. Franz Wright’s final book is called The Toy Throne. I understand this man when he says he was born with a disabled child. what is lightning

to a fish

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faith a shoelace in an unbroken egg

I stare at the letter x

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the plate

in god’s head
is a writer’s
dream. she crows

her three
words
for stoplight
as a doll

bites down
on a stick…

math is maybe not the best look for grief

and hunger

too academic

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after suicide, everything that happens is the past

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I am not a ghost,

hand
I use
the least

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the mothers they were rehearsing in the drive-thru
the sex talk for boys they thought
were still
alive

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crush a white tick / you’ll become / a projectionist

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sleep is a bleeding stopped by the eye

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with god
prepared
to remove
its white
stomach, the dream

sees brain
as the print
of its thumbless
hand

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/ to a breathing machine in a swimming pool

the angel says whale

/ my nightmare

has a whale. it takes grief

from a mule

/ my brothers are porn

and star. claustrophobes

haunting
the hard
to forgive

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alone in that no-name church of dream

scales of grief
and thrown back
fish