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“If I survive I shall bear witness to these tribulations. Before the Pandora, gouged open by The Labyrinth, roll’d and slithered, awash with ocean, I felt a strange calm believing our ordeal had reached its hectic end. After Moulter, Pandora’s quartermaster’s mate, disobeying Capt’n Edwards’ orders, tossed us the key to our manacles, saving our … CAPTURED MUTINEER’S PUBLICATION HOPES
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1890s in America. In the Southwest, the Frontier closes. On the other side of the country, John Ford is born. 1950s in America. Las Vegas rises. Del Webb plans Sun City. Goggle-wearing onlookers. Nuclear tests in the desert. Boom or bust has become BOOM & DUST. In that same desert, John Ford makes his science … ANNOUNCING: DUST – JOHN FORD & THE ATOMIC FRONTIER
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A meteoroid clumsythrough the angel’s wingFeathers in space — Ian Stratton is a writer living near Chicago. He talks to himself on Twitter @ohohthepainoh
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a deleted scene 5 Brigadier General Bill Degall was your father. He observed the Dreyfus family home engulfed. A transparent quarantine tent. And he must’ve thought about Ori, “the little scumfuck v0idhead who started this whole mess.” Same little scumfuck v0idhead who poisoned his daughter’s mind and turned her into barely aware disembodied brain. A … VOIDHEADS
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I saw a girl at the end of a long dirt road. She had a smeared white dress and dust-covered feet. She had a table and a sign. The table was empty. The sign read, One Dollar. I asked what she was selling and she said, Anything. I wanted to believe her, but it was … THE FIRST TWENTY-FOUR YEARS OF MY LIFE
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i undressboy mannequinsin the mirror black leatherpart shadowcontorting likea mime it’s time nowold twinkswere disposed ofbut i’m tipsy i can’t eatyou and grandmashiverswith her bagof tradition my bio readssoftnessmakes me sick you’re sorrywe’ll wakewithout names i pretendour fathersare deadbefore kneeling although shamecan be funin the right light i scroll throughnudes searchingas if reborn — Coleman … “DAHMER LOVES ONLINE DATING”
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All my childhood, I had thought my father’s mother, the late Victoria, was much the same way as me, reserved and intense. I do not start conversations. I do not react when people shove past me. I listen to my music with earbuds in, even though I live alone. So why would I inherit Volume … ART PIECE
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I Wake Up Screaming Down in the basement, a summer intern was sorting through your organs and dictating her findings into her cell phone. This might have been more endurable if you weren’t still half-awake, pondering the holes in dream logic. Meanwhile, I was undergoing my own conversion experience. One agent had gripped me by … “I WAKE UP SCREAMING” – “DEMONOLOGY”
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perhaps what this poem needs is more breathless sighsin-between each stanza. or, a more selective collection of vaguely hostile shapes. those little fires everywhere.pareidolia but it’s always the wrath of ancient tongues propagating an etiquette designed for future monsters.a particular abstraction? yes, but it sustains this dying, this ending of nations; residual meta-smudges blackenour hourglass … “INDEFATIGABLE STOCHASTICS”
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i. Pain To be as fracturable as a cloud. To fragment in the wind Or shift to any spineless shape. Yet burn inside beyond. Roasts competing hearts, Then, now, or to come. In the fire of a most drastic fire. Fire-eating fire… world-eating… Life. ii. Grandeur Lightning rifts the Assuming light :: Monologues to god, … “THREE AILS”