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RT @poetshouse: This morning I invented A future which any day now I will enter. Sarah Jean Grimm @metatronpress
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- 22 days ago

A little update on our campaign! With your help we managed to raise $1111 (it was $1108 but we decided to round it… https://t.co/88WuYXt9GI
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Emily Wood

you tuck yourself into bed and that thing you do with your face feels like a penny on the sidewalk of everywhere it feels like extinction...

Richard Chiem

CHLOE HAS LOCATED, from a very young age by way of crying all night into her dusty pillow, the pearl of her consciousness, and from what she imagines as a kid at the back of her mind, it almost looks like a real pearl....

Sarah Jean Alexander

You mention the thing about atoms, and I recognise what you are saying. It’s true. Nothing can ever really feel anything else. I reach out, regardless. Fuck....

John Leo

the manual says i got to love myself, but when i jerk off the spell breaks and i don't love myself no more. back to the garden for mandrake and pinfeathers from a dark bird....

Shazia Hafiz Ramji

Even then I imagine touching myself while you’re in my bed and your eyes are closed and wet....

Sophia Reuss

i go in search of myself i find a thorn a train ticket a sense oil, and a whisper ...

Mallory Burnside-Holmes

the problem is. I’m trying not to look. at the gazes coming through the Café Window. am I Whimsical enough? waiting....

Stephanie Valente

i put the moon under my tongue a token, the moon told jokes & swam around my head...

Johnny Kiosk

i am starting to feel something resembling a fierce desire to move away from myself at lightspeed toward a cold silent massive void ...

Nooks Krannie

the backbone of my existence is a warm shower there’s a magnet holding a red apron made of serious wood and feathers...

Maha Zimmo

i see brown brothers break open their rib-cages to drink the urine of pale women. not-my-colour women....

C.T. McGaha

sometimes i wonder who sews the flowers on these motel bed spreads and on the pillowcases...