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Torpor
The Nod *DEMO COMING SOON*
The Sad *DEMO COMING SOON*
Liquid Assets
SNC Lava Lamp EP - The Return of The Liquid Assets of Ottawa.
Latrine
Magic Mommy
Bug Bites
Toxic Thoughts
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Can The Circle Be Unbroken *CHAPBOOK COMING SOON*
SECRET PLACE
Over and over
Piles of wet hair in the corners of secret places
Baubles on shelves in the imitation of an old apartment I used to visit
Marking my passage back and forth from the same secret place
Mark me again with the branding iron I found on a street
That should not be named.
Curl into yourself, cut yourself down
Be small and smaller in the evening.
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The grackle outside my window
Is in the same place every day
Or some bird like it.
It’s black body shimmers in the sunlight like expensive lace
And it puffs up and clears its throat every so often.
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Time has made hearsay out of stone
There is no trusting the dirt under us
The new life
Do you think I am some animal?
I am less than that.
WILL 'O WISP
A ghost flame licking at the seam of darkness.
An old man walks over water and through the floating lantern
Arms outstretched like he was crossing an emerald tightrope.
The lake is rounded by pines
It guards the infernal nest at the centre of things.
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There are visitors at it’s shores
Clutches of half clothed country children
Plucking the limbs off of marionette frogs
Tossing their jigsaw shapes into piles, tuning their hands.
Lean men looking over the rocks,
Holding torches, holding spears.
None looking across the water,
None looking at the others engaged in the same act
As if outfitted with cold iron blinders.
Spotting the fish by torchlight, lancing them,
Filling bags or boxes with the wet things
Then dragging their quarry home, their hunched forms
Making bizarre tracks in the fields.
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In the morning the sun rises and sits above it’s bondsmen in it’s shrieking brilliance
Beating, ebbing in it’s appointed place
As if it were watching, waiting.