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when (apo)strophes curl their way into her dreams

Posted on April 17, 2016 by whimsygizmo

  .. midnight. the trochees and the dactyls are attacking again. truth is a tercet of song. she tells it slant, in staves of six, syn -tax notwithstanding. spondee sky is calling, falling in psalms of place, skeltonic clouds catching … Continue reading →

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