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And the Crickets Outside the Window
http://qarrtsiluni.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/and-the-crickets-outside-the-window.mp3 mussed sheets that smell his sudden wanting another season delirious and egg-heavy she says I thought of you but...
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Translations
I. Fear bleating….broken….bare boned skin held together with epoxy…..with ligatures what wants to pull apart when the body is no longer of service what falls into disuse as soon as blood stops...
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Letter From a Parasitic Head
Upon autopsy, the neck stump of the parasitic head was shown to contain fragments of bone and tiny vestiges of a heart and lungs. — www.phreeque.com I could feel your blood circulating inside me, knew...
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The Juke Box Needle Hovers Over ‘Could We Start Again Please’ from the “Jesus...
http://qarrtsiluni.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/martin-moore-jukebox-needle.mp3 Each lyric douses Jesus in light waves and sound particles. The 45’s concentric grooves capture and release the bar’s...
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Interior Arrangements
http://qarrtsiluni.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/martin-interior-arrangements.mp3 windows will shatter before impact force of forward thrust fabric will scratch and tear all escapeways will remain sealed...
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Revelation of the common man
http://qarrtsiluni.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/martin-revelation.mp3 I Go tell John to stop writing backwards. Stop calling forth unrooted trees. Make broth from worn shoes and empty hands. Stow away...
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Mutating the Signature: issue summary
Let’s get two things straight: Collaboration isn’t incarceration or incorporation. True, collaboration is like incarceration in that handcuffs, particularly the kind lined with faux fur, are absolutely...
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we know most when we know nothing
by Dana Guthrie Martin — after Linda Gregg What things are lost? Not the trees. Not the small shells we’ve gathered and displayed on our bookshelves, which call to the ocean every day. The winds are...
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