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“dead man’s blur”
the world is not a long thing to have but I was here once floating in mother’s milk I knew nothing but the stillness the silence of a chapel’s teeth then a god‘s gut-light stuttered over me I fell out of sleep amputated by smoke as morning poured out its breath like a...
“chrysanthemums and cinnamon”
you walked me home singing me to sleep like the stations of the cross my mind on fire with leaves burning along the boulevard when I succumbed you wrapped me up until I became a necklace of white noise a ring of chrysanthemums and cinnamon a scent that tied me to the...
“small blue, blue sonnet bending through the clouds”
there is no sound or a conjuring voice / where there is no mouth or shadow to yawn / I remember the place half moon on grass / where we walked each day suspicious of blue / the blue above the sky the darkest blue / that sung to us in quiet murmuring / swimming the...
“her words drag against my heel”
I am wrapped like a tourniquet afraid to walk or bleed out if I am laid on the page with her her life is the poem she writes turning slowly to the perfect hour she bends I am lost in the coven of her smile I lay beneath it quietly and rain - Daniel Haskin November 5,...