short shots of surrealism

strung together into an

explosive sweater…

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radiant fractals:

exposed an alteration,

inflamed inception

          - Felino Soriano

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We sat around drinking

Talinamockingsfern, thinking:

let your teeth run the summer sun

          - David Capps

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Jungle poem on Imperialism

            “Ms., is that a peccary on your bag?”

            “No, it’s only darkness.”

          - J.J. Blickstein

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one line--

june bug on the screen

--ten thousand dreams

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cat shit in the grass--

cloud-covered moon--

your face   :   my echo

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knock at the door--

chimes ring from the tree limb--

many faces among leaves

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creative life--

boiled water and seeping tea bags--

alone the green caterpillar

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ghost face there is no one!

you waited too long to remember

your paled emptied moon!

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a man strips himself and walks

right out of life—

searchers look at butterflies

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 crickets sleep--

 too wet to work or claim indifference--

distant thunder starts a dream

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half-moon!

near dusk you alone understand my rising shadow!

red leaves prepare to fall--

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arguments about words!

meaning leaves frost and fire in air--

 a beetle walks the ceiling

          - Leigh Herrick

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wounded sex dries

  on laundry lines

  in bellhung dawn.

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the bonegraft bazaar—

  toxic breathdew

    gathers on the mourning faces

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ant fissures

  in the roadkill—

I enjoyed the skeleton I was in

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archangel zits

 dot the emphysemic

     clouds

          - Jared Demick