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aluness. n. 1. A name for the in-between phases of the moon. 2. A state lacking in stimulation, solitariness, a positively experienced sense of loneliness. 3. A fountain erected in the middle of the woods which suspends its babbling on sensing any movement at all.   aortid …

The cut flowers stink of pizza  when there’s mixed delivery, and the packaging   of the COVID test recalls the garlicky   cucumber salad, like how dreams  and waking can get mixed up together.  I waver, still half-asleep, should I  mention Wolt1 by name in my…

Let’s get going, the lights are harsh, over there, look, check out all those pics  At the chemical plant crates of geraniums, deer in the rape fields, ears pricked  In a sidecar a side of ham, garden gnomes in the mason’s yard, poplar trees …

We stand in a narrow, grubby yard,  circling slowly, facing each other,  in my raised hand a syringe.  That’s how it starts.  I’m little.  The one opposite is twice  as tall, and though he’s skinny he’s a man.  When it seems it’s all up,  out…

I.  You, who turn the Earth so it can  learn the sun’s heat, you are   acquainted with the stones’ grating song,   you also rub dignity into the spine    of the lolling, recumbent hills;  You, who with careful hands, stir up  the base of…

I haven’t got my own special mug, and even those I did once have,   like that mess tin dad bought after mum died, which has turned up again   from who knows where, they aren’t mine, they’ve all become Ildi’s   as well. The same way I don’t own…

Behind the corner, inside a house that looks like the bottom of a swimming pool, there is an attic where young communists go to kill time. Along the road to the house there is a hillside full of carnations and a sky full…

I have twelve kittens sitting around me,                               howling newborns, slimy                they color black and white pictures in their minds I like to think with my hands ten fingers ten toes twelve around me coloring the Truth dark green                               I…

The sun throwsyour features on the sand. What is leftswims.