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Sound we carried on foot
my grandmother cooking up words
the night is a varnished peeling wall against which I always want to be roughly pressed.
— Mar 15, 2025 02:19PM
my grandmother cooking up words
the night is a varnished peeling wall against which I always want to be roughly pressed.
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Corinne Herlihy
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“We did not build your boats (though we did leave a trial of kin to guide us home).”
— Apr 07, 2025 05:15PM
Corinne Herlihy
is on page 247 of 376
the Colt .45–silent & heavy as an amputated hand
if an entry wound in the night would make a hole bright as morning. That if I looked through it, I might see the end of this sentence.
cripple the air like a name
furnished only with laughter
There’s a question corroding his tongue.
what becomes of the shepard
when the sheep are cannibals?
Fingers blurred like a photograph.
— Apr 06, 2025 03:03PM
if an entry wound in the night would make a hole bright as morning. That if I looked through it, I might see the end of this sentence.
cripple the air like a name
furnished only with laughter
There’s a question corroding his tongue.
what becomes of the shepard
when the sheep are cannibals?
Fingers blurred like a photograph.
Corinne Herlihy
is on page 193 of 376
“Your very name —
glass splinter planted
deep in the fat of our vernacular.”
— Mar 16, 2025 05:43AM
glass splinter planted
deep in the fat of our vernacular.”
Corinne Herlihy
is on page 165 of 376
you wear the missing
like a golden chain.
trying to make a statement through their offspring
wanted us to have names with throat and vowels
See sound is infinite
so the break will forever echo/
bleeding all the stories he has never told and a halo of bullet casing around his head.
Time will gnaw his bones
— Mar 02, 2025 03:46PM
like a golden chain.
trying to make a statement through their offspring
wanted us to have names with throat and vowels
See sound is infinite
so the break will forever echo/
bleeding all the stories he has never told and a halo of bullet casing around his head.
Time will gnaw his bones
