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One Poem by Philip Butera
The Reflection from a Million Mirrors Shattering Introduction Long past and far away, I came for me. I had this fever with u...
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Data Crunchers II - IV II Inside the computations there’s an assimilation of the very self-ness of self; it exposes corruptions... -
Dream of the Homeplace The oaks regrown, cornfields stretching to woods, hickory standing, unstruck by lightning. Slam of the ... -
Frogs "Grow grass, stone frogs," written on bathroom walls. Hippie beads, oodles colourful acid pills in dress... -
the crystalline word in the garden where I was born I am in time to snort the mirrored earth is the best planet in the polls... -
Hung Before I Am Heard I am gagged. Live on other people’s terms. I have no voice. I try to speak. They shut me up. Be gra... -
Priestess Nazca Hair, Peru – the skull of a woman, possibly a priestess, with hair still attached, from approximately 200 BCE. The hair ... -
midnight birthday poem a wooden earth, aglow is that your policy? for a drop of carrot juice I’ll need to see your ID ... -
Three Joycean Haiku Irish Indelibly green Wandering stars…but…never Quite…able…to…wean One of a kind by LAUTIR ... -
Somebody Before fourth grade Nobody talked to me on the bus I had plenty of time to observe. Eldon was the boss down our end of ... -
to mask a little bird the sulking wolf loses the perimeter drinking the boiling nectar we are in the fur and dust of the sli...
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