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Everything that falls falls in patterns amenable to an equal geometry of whose functions I know everything, or perhaps nothing. The object of descent...

The Foreign Language

The Foreign Language Stale furnace. Drizzling close to my skin; a silver sheath. I had no word for drizzling of course Not in English nor in my...

Distant Love

Distant Love By Paul McCann There used to be a little love but somehow it ended up lost In a place where no one cared and all the wires got crossed...

IT WAS A ONCE IN A LIFETIME TRIP

It was a once in a lifetime trip

THE TRANSFER WINDOW IS OPEN

The transfer window is open
Cherry

The post-trauma of Jupiter

Revolve me like Europa and Ganymede, compliant with and corrupted by my gravitational pull. My hurricane atmospheres and corrosive cumulations belie...

A friend, I cannot part.

A friend, I cannot part . P K Routray “Hey, Damsel clad in rapturous red blazing the meadow spread ahead! You palpate my heart at a breakneck pace...