Toby Fitch
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Sydney Spleen
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Rawshock
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published
2012
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Where Only the Sky had Hung Before
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Object Permanence
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The Bloomin' Notions of Other & Beau
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Sydney Spleen
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Aussi/Or: Un Coup de dés Down Under
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Quarrels
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published
2013
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Undulating Cloud Sonnet
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published
2017
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Or, an Autobiography
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“It takes an aeon to shift position, get comfortable, let alone
create a wave in this fishbowl full of glue.
- from the poem 'Critical Mass”
― Rawshock
create a wave in this fishbowl full of glue.
- from the poem 'Critical Mass”
― Rawshock
“thinking: I wanna walk across water
like sound, as her skin remembers a distant
prickling, another season,
a sun and a wind that lifts her hairs”
― Rawshock
like sound, as her skin remembers a distant
prickling, another season,
a sun and a wind that lifts her hairs”
― Rawshock
“thinking: I wanna walk across water
like sound, as her skin remembers a distant
prickling, another season,
a sun and a wind that lifts her hairs”
― Rawshock
like sound, as her skin remembers a distant
prickling, another season,
a sun and a wind that lifts her hairs”
― Rawshock
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