Articles with Rachael Convery

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give me the gun, my love this is no dance, no punchline blue smoke coiling like hollow wire above the spruce crowns, glittered with the last cold of the cruelest month the tired ladder propped beside the gutter clotted scarlet the…

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That When I Waked

That When I Waked

the torn silk edges of the clouds against cottonblue skies the field trembling with the windswept elizabethan ruffs of yellowblushed daisies a jaundiced sunset hunched against violet crush of encroaching tempest fleshly canvas stretched over yellow-white marrowthreaded frame of bone such…

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