Politiktheatron
What we haven’t learned is that extremes gut us empty. Either masses, either riches, either...
Read MoreWhat we haven’t learned is that extremes gut us empty. Either masses, either riches, either...
Read MoreWhen I’m concealed inside a rose, I’m mesmerized by dew. Butterflies touch my nose. I’m the blood...
Read MoreBEGINIF: Articles, pronouns, irritants, prohibited. Do not dare to communicate with articles,...
Read MoreThe rift between two clouds1 closes me in. I’m bound to be suffocated by a hurricane wind2,...
Read MoreHe’s a tall story, a cautionary, free-range lies, a diversionary, nesting in a shallow reactionary...
Read MoreThe pianist tarnishes her notes, sharp to flat, harshly explodes, flat to sharp, falls into...
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