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POEMS

Writer of texts This is not a poem. I am not a poet. This is not poetry. Just a bit of text with a bit of space between some lines. [...]

FOUR POEMS

disguised though disguised though by that white flower (plumeria) yielding its shadow you saw in the roofing of the church disguised though a hole and all around as if asleep [...]

NEW POEMS

  CODA: EIGHT POEMS IN BLACK, AFTER GOYA two women watch a man    his hand under his cloak or in his pants    the act that causes one to grin, the [...]

TROTSKY’S HAMMER

  Craig Dworkin: “Trotsky’s Hammer”   Caminhando contra o vento Sem lenço, sem documento. — Caetano Veloso   Bob Perelman opens his essay on Bruce Andrews: Not many days after [...]