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    cat whisker love

    i love the way love lingers on the edges of white cat whiskers as if to say, catch me. catch all of me. no you can’t. fuck… Read more “cat whisker love”

    November 28, 2016March 30, 2017 by Sasha Smith

    Summer Aubade

    crushed gnats, butterflies, cicadas shells, a juiceless dragonfly a hoard of buzzes, a hoard of horse flies, clinching limbs snapping door screens “So this is the morning… Read more “Summer Aubade”

    July 27, 2016April 7, 2017 by Sasha Smith

    Average of Revolutions

    The Average of Revolutions is an era of fallacy an error – no less, of philanthropic tapestry. And though the curtains – drawn, tied by titans, who… Read more “Average of Revolutions”

    July 21, 2016April 7, 2017 by Sasha Smith

    The Original Trickster

    The Original Trickster told me to tell you that when you are told to behave to tell that teller who told you things to fuck off. The… Read more “The Original Trickster”

    July 18, 2016April 7, 2017 by Sasha Smith

    [audio] A Small Pistol for a Small Child

    July 10, 2016March 31, 2017 by Sasha Smith

    [audio] Slave Catchers.

    July 9, 2016March 31, 2017 by Sasha Smith

    Sweet (an old toothache poem)

    Slow thudding, thumping pain struck teeth, enamored by frozen sweetness, ravaged – to the weak enamel, pitied to the ringing core, Rhythmless, it was just an empty… Read more “Sweet (an old toothache poem)”

    June 22, 2016April 7, 2017 by Sasha Smith

    A Battle of Will

    take exception to the carnall cross the meridian, cross the metaphore. ease against it cross and ease into its sex of secrets, into the flash-collapse of flesh… Read more “A Battle of Will”

    June 21, 2016April 7, 2017 by Sasha Smith

    Pillar Pill box

    A pillar, a pill box color coordinated to days of the weak and frail — thins my hair and blood, and floods my liver and kidneys —… Read more “Pillar Pill box”

    June 2, 2016April 7, 2017 by Sasha Smith

    In Between

    I am standing in between rooms, in between the shallow end and start of doorways. In the sheet rock, plasters and pink puff insulation pieces. I am… Read more “In Between”

    June 2, 2016April 7, 2017 by Sasha Smith

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