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I refuse to Identify, I am the Identity

It’s the year 2068,an old man, half a man, sits across from his grandson. Once upon a time child, When I was your age, There was this holy place for those of my kind, We called it JNU. 753 more words

Existence

WWI

Cold gold root on drizzling decks
a middle table fruit view
friends pass dead animals, litres of liquor paraffin
craft blood-resistant socks for trench filth

Poetry & Prose

Review: New American Best Friend by Olivia Gatwood

Hello everyone, today I am writing about a book that is a little bit different. Normally, I only talk about fiction on here, but there will probably be more poetry in the near future. 437 more words

Books

Can't spell it

Crew coins against Las Vegas walls
neighbourhood noose after box set catch ups
on arbitrary sentence physics
going back

Poetry & Prose

Job

Waterfront seas weightlifting rot
sepia candy teeth ruining teams
no Dostoevsky rag and bone ankles
genetic Olympics on Cheney Walk
lobster’s spine cracked
rope bands silver Gallery
condensation nights overtime lover

Poetry & Prose