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from the "Apple Anyone" Sonnets

Shall I portray you as a blazing afternoon? The freaking almanac didn’t forecast amber rain.

From IOVIS 3: Colors in the Mechanism of Concealment

She dreams herself the mystic lover of Che Guevara (a corpse) indoctrinated in anti-imperialismo and is roused to write an alturistic manifesto for the good of all humanity.

The After-Dinner War

There is in this sack a different sort of meal.” —The Mabinogion What it narrows down to is a market-driven fantasia on others’ themes. You got a tender little look at it back there where three roads cross. “Are you ticklish?” has requested

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