Two Poems by Jack Giaour

art opening   instead of a gun you use a camera   amputees are your subject    /these poor people/ you say   the walls of the gallery are dark prints pinned neatly under spotlight   //life under deformity// is the name of the show   you...

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Full Fathom Five by Liz Lescault

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Wish to Be Wind Two men come,With man-built instruments;They laid on the groundTarps, big, blue, stretchedCanvases collect whatwas left of this year's trees. Brown blankets breakWet...

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