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They bow and touch lips to stone. Salty soup leaking steam like smoke from an altar in the gold star driven nights over the glowing flames of an old Russian Monastery. Backs bent from endless work like plants toward life giving light. A cold wind blows to prepare the soup for the tongue. Rippled monks [...]

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The last thing she removed from her travel bag were the tissues she used to wipe my face. To wipe her face. Tissues from Austria. Tiny little surrender flags to quell a flood – a flood older than Noah and his boat. And could you imagine the tears he cried when on solid ground again [...]

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Previous Entry Found At: http://veritasexlogos.wordpress.com/2008/05/22/stories-told-to-be-forgotten-vii-the-intruder/ The darkness was pierced suddenly by the sliding open of the channel between Clay and the father. Inside the cramped iron maiden the thick dust could be tasted but not seen. Clay let out a choked whispered prayer for forgiveness later rattling on uninterrupted about the plethora of sins both [...]

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A man with nothing to wear but belief Crawls, his belly toward hell, over A street with cobblestone teeth. Roadside vendors sell their vices and prayers with stoney answers. Above them the giant clock tower eye’s hands are tied with tears From the ashen faced sky. Two lovers are the masons of a desire Killing [...]

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A saint wrapped in only barbed wire fence proclaiming a scorched earth prophesy Salvation, a virgin steel’s test, is the garment of her seduction. Going forth to feel her brailled softness Divine revelation, her skin’s theology, Makes exclamation rhyme with silence, My hands, her education. An embrace, God’s recompense for a failing man’s unity binds skin to skin, breast to breast [...]

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Karmen Zuttra

A kiss that turns away Tantric prayer As if it were an eclipsing moon. The shadows in her eyes stay Broken by her auburn hair, a big bang theory’s boon To remove the God So visible in her every turn Or her stare. A heart to prove sexual theology the mind to learn how a [...]

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It occurred to me recently That dreams are for those who can pay the most Over a bowl of sugared cardboard And fungal toast In my sublet apartment With more rats than ghosts In the morning the sun hits the trash And the local man, who smells likes booze And lives under the over pass [...]

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