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  • In the wrong life (tacks from Maggie O’Farrell)

    clear away human traces distrust the country sick breakable all weather ‘I look like what I am’ benign to brutal a long line of bullies wide guileless   they wait other people’s holidays sly and unseen   her apron always going to leave   nuns and priests in the wrong life  

  • Take no risk, sir (crusts from W. Sumerset Maugham)

    there are fleecy clouds nor trim schooner two desks with the same ceremonies commonplace and soiled dead or better a green vista it’s not frills joke about religion brown, dull coconut trees every shofer blew his horn in shadow the law is the law as a tobacconist and news agent ‘take no risk, sir’

  • Unintended quiver (gasps from Heidi Sopinka)

    water works better than milk between it and Skeet has happened to food too the same French font a breadboard white cows all a good set of eyes   to Herman slap the TV with orange eyes unintended quiver ‘ivory, do not’  

  • Taste the name (bites from Linda Olsson)

    Greek fish soup this week taste the name scrawny fruit also richer ‘as it pleased me’   there is a timeline covered in sand chase a bird naive is not not even now a hock sad, I said happy in a sad way   low volume

  • In the midst of perpetual riddles (crickles from Boris Pasternak)

    tracing a cross a rain of clots   frozen puddles smokey with snow   Siberia and abroad midst of perpetual riddles   pedagogue and popularizer embraced by woods   by right of friendship only the daughters   the color of shame crickles of sweat

  • Tale of sneers (locks from Francesca Wade)

    state of calm neighbors in pajamas inroad Virginia saw the works of Darwin   with bags and boxes in Mecklenburgh Square exclusion from tale of sneers and locked doors completing, sweetening   war-terror it will break the clutch exactly who a girl who died Pound’s mother on books instead   August 1939 obstructed by sandbags(…)

  • Delivered from inconvenience (dots from Thomas Hardy)

    dreary, dreary train I wept instead rather dusty a terrible slating delivered from the inconvenience of no tune pulseless and bloodless   of some crossing of two footpaths this frugal woman

Tale of sneers (locks from Francesca Wade)

state of calm neighbors in pajamas inroad Virginia saw the works of Darwin   with bags and boxes in Mecklenburgh Square exclusion from tale of sneers and locked doors completing, sweetening   war-terror it will break the clutch exactly who a girl who died Pound’s mother on books instead   August 1939 obstructed by sandbags(…)

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