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Nin Andrews

My Aphrodisiac Now that you are gone, I want to tell you, you are wrong. About everything. Consider perspective as a case in point. You loved to inform me that far-away things appear smaller. I am here to tell you that distant things grow bigger. Missing objects are the largest of all. Their shadows can… Continue reading Nin Andrews

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André Breton

I’m telling you, you are in your fate, tied to the flawed pink diamond, the woman’s knee resting where, to her astonishment, the admirable flounce of foam breaks again. You have hands for losing what you haven’t found. You’re motionless, chained to the cold rock above the cliff, at the climax of the whole tragedy… Continue reading André Breton

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Alexandra Mattraw

When we reach the summit, you tell of repetition. The way an orange unpeels itself in such heat. : All bruised skin wants to give way in the manner of water. We stop field center, but the green world sweats, thickens like hair. Each pasture clots a day’s naming. We share corner store bread :… Continue reading Alexandra Mattraw

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Rainer Maria Rilke

“We say release, and radiance, and roses,” We say release, and radiance, and roses, and echo upon everything that’s known; and yet, behind the world our names enclose is the nameless: our true archetype and home. The sun seems male, and earth is like a woman, the field is humble, and the forest proud; but… Continue reading Rainer Maria Rilke

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