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By Brooklands
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A row of tankas
A Poem developed from a more prosey piece
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Cabaret de Self-reflexivity
“‘yields falsehood when preceded by its quotation’ yields falsehood when preceded by its quotation” Quine’s Paradox
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Communication
"What is the nutritional value of snot?" "What?" she snapped. "Or ear wax. Is eating your ear wax good for you?" She looked across. He had his index...
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Dead Rails: Five Shows
I had to take this story down, 'cause it got picked for a competition!
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To the Matterhorn
Sunburnt black, Hemingway walked for days, his skis across his back like a crucifix.
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Salute to the sun
On the backs of your eyelids, you will likely see your childhood sweetheart in flames
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My conception marks the end of progressive rock
My mother is a stack of ornately carved balsa. She is light but durable and, most importantly, noiseless. She has an expression of surprise.
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The Gambler
He lets women spin through his mind. Blurred at first, the reel slows – a cherry, a seven, then stops at Maria from the library.
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