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You see, I plan on remaining here as the most foolish god in the world.

He drowned under a different name, a fake name chiseled in German.

Sudden camera blurs, blackouts, audio hiccups, silences.

It is our nature to conform; it is a force which not many can resist.

A painter dies of a heart attack before finishing a portrait of Churchill.

The light from dead stars only exists in the minds of the living.

Knowing that it will end i saw myself again at the fair popping balloons

ConEd drills the street to dendrites, tapping morse at the old house.

Do the work. Every day. Take a step back and see if you love it.

They lived on the street, their mom a prostitute and heroin addict.

Early on, Castro learned and opposed the unfairness of things.

Let the public do itself the honor to read and follow in my footsteps.

His beginnings, his genesis as a writer, and the fateful connections between life and art.

We claw over earth, unfurling flowers, knit so close we know power.

How many times had I passed it in a taxicab or walked within sight of it?

Let us not forget the desuetude of nailed-shut carousels.

David, I don’t know how to say this, but I didn’t think you’d make it.

We went. We did. We went to Dead Horse but couldn’t stay.

He didn’t come to arrive, he came to go, and yet that didn’t matter.

Soon I will walk up those same back steps the police took by force.

Please look away from Mars dangling so angry in so much darkness.

I care only about the little body wiggling in that plastic bassinet.

I want to change the subject, but I can’t. I need to think about dying.

Tana Wozcjuk

It commands your presence, mocking your impatience with its steam.

I felt nothing, which was cool, totally cool with me. For my blood was cola.

Diane Kirsten Martin

Sometimes they revert to trickery, apple their venom with a smile.