Post Grid – Style 10

Waiting For Cancer

Perhaps he has arrived, the famous guest, circulating in the crowded party of my body,…
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Reconnecting In Boddam

i imagine the whales, the tall slick of them; where lichen sucker and chew bone-white…

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Reverie For Old Pines

My muscles sang when I pushed myself out of Mitzy’s outworn Ford pickup. She had…

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Living Vibrancy

A worn red carpet, ill-fitting, covered the long floor ending outside the back room of…
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Chemical Weathering

Alchemy, duckweed. Brine‑veiled, a delicate corrosion, neither green nor blue, the space in between—like oxidized…

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Jólakötturinn

He roamed at large, hungry and evil In the freezing Yule snow. In every home…

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