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Not So Lazy Sunday
If not the gnat then the horsefly keeps the company at my side in the tall hours of the afternoon: one born of future’s fancy; one sprung...

tanner gore
May 3, 20211 min read
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(insomnia poem)
i’m topsy-turvy or all sprawled out like somebody’s been hit upside the head by some proverbial brick hewn from leftover gloom or pressed...

tanner gore
Apr 18, 20211 min read
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Memory Lane
Trip down memory lane where the steady step staggers nimble grace quakes atrophied and sluggish or simply swept off in the wake of time...

tanner gore
Apr 18, 20211 min read
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Altweibersommer
the old women’s summer seeps onto the city spilled honey waiting to be wiped away the dishrag night cold and clammy schemes from out...

tanner gore
Nov 13, 20201 min read
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on the mend
on the mend I’ve been told to part piece by piece, to divorce myself dose by dose from you — but the ever-dwindling remnants make a...

tanner gore
May 13, 20201 min read
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go west
GO WEST, YOUNG MAN! GO WEST AND GROW UP WITH THE COUNTRY! that‘s what the father of my father‘s father used to say; whereupon I reckoned...

tanner gore
May 13, 20201 min read
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thisbody
I say sorry to anybody or everybody but mostly I say sorry to thisbody my body, myself— the body I abused with hate and neglect but...

tanner gore
May 13, 20201 min read
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fifty-two pick up of the mind
My consciousness would seem but a pack of playing cards strewn across a floor — and I bruised knees and ruddy face fumbling on all fours...

tanner gore
May 13, 20201 min read
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poem for joe
I’m a bit frightened where the idea came from to go to the Cliffs of Dover with some random guy from Tinder — and it terrified me that...

tanner gore
May 13, 20201 min read
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punic wars of the heart
When I stole a kiss from you I must have stolen your Sicily, your Corsica too — Why else did you cascade from the alps, wild-eyed, and...

tanner gore
May 12, 20201 min read
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housefires
Oh the things you can salvage from the ashes — if you are not afraid of being burned. No, you cannot poke around with a stick. You cannot...

tanner gore
May 12, 20201 min read
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unresentful
I wonder what my forefathers would think: their heir drinking potions — poison — an industrial solvent if we’re honest, dancing,...

tanner gore
May 12, 20201 min read
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no sour grapes
thoughts tick away like clockwork in a timepiece that reckons not in hours but in bathtub tears in conversations about our fathers in...

tanner gore
May 12, 20201 min read
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