in one dream, a carousel horse. in another, a stomach.
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dream is a shortcut
AT isacoustic*
https://isacoustic.wordpress.com/
CONTRIBUTORS:
Jon Cone
and the heart-ache
that occupies the land is yours alone in hope. – {from} YOU ARE NOT LATE, IT IS ONLY THE PRELUDE THAT PLAYS
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Adam Hughes
Tonight the fugitive gods limp
away, – {from} Kemper Street Hymns
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Leanne Drapeau
the body broken,
poured out. – {from} love has all its teeth intact
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Agnieszka Mauch
I can’t
move my arms enough to create a
notion of the sea – {from} FURTHER DISRUPTIONS
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Amelia Kester
I will find
the soft people – {from} BLACKBERRIES
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when there are no mothers, I will crawl toward the one sitting with what her legs couldn’t burn and I will ask my blood to be the same fish
mouth pain / in a clean / house
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the weight
of sister
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the passwords of worried creatures
a stroller’s
body
of work
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treeless (quiet)
Amelia Kester has one poem at ~ isacoustic* ~
it is beyond me how a neighbor’s dog breaks all four of its legs. once, in looking at the smallness of my life, I dismantled my son’s dollhouse and told my daughters of the storm that didn’t wake them. I still learn in the church of the death I was taught by. I have my health and the healed their amnesia. do you see this fucking dog? and now for my previous trick.
