Through the empty Scotch glass I see the bright pink flowers on the fence, like God’s one drunken child densely pondering the pinked circumstance of going home tomorrow on a plane to loved ones left unchanged in my absence… Travis’ Mossotti’s poetry has appeared in such places as the Antioch Review, Dark Horse, Manchester Review, […]
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It turns out I want you, after all the fannying about. Returning, I peel off my suede boots, drop the keys on the floor with a clang…. Maria Louise …
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take mymother from herwindow she’s nogood at watchingmountains take herto the runningwaters let herhear the fallingfountains… Christopher Meredith’s …
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Out of a margin which would freeze the lungs of skimpier and tepid beasts, and all along her viaducts, her inky play-spots and her deep canals, she no …
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