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The Poet Addresses Gun, by Michael J. Henry

I want to read all your writing, especiallyyour suicide note.I want to throw you into the sunbut you’re too heavy, […]

Stories on Skin Honey and several other people have asked me about the sort of tattoos I see at work.

It’s only a moment’s difference between ripe and rot. That’s what my Amma would always say. “Fruits will blush

Death gathers hips of bone to beat rioting nightsinto a coma & this was euthanasia granted toa wounded crow begging

Quello che siete, noi eravamo. Quello che siamo, voi sarete. What you are, we were. What we are, you

21 October 2021 Vāsaya-viruta, said my Bengali grandmother: the cries of crows, who come to us as messengers from the