November 2011
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A book is made from a tree. It is an assemblage of flat, flexible parts (still...
– Carl Sagan, Cosmos (via bookoasis)
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Three Word Sonnet
I sent him back by three witches last night. They pegged him to clothesline, hitched knots to brooms, Then strained at air clogged with hexes and blight. Nine drawn hours later they whitened my room. I sent him back to his sweet shark-eyed wife. Let her feed what remains with hand-squeezed soup, Bright scarlet wines, meats clotted with ex-life. His head brushed the sill as out the three swooped....
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