Hollocene
by Anselm Berrigan How are we doing notationally speaking? We are feeling conspicuous No amount of crypto-hasho forear / blackbear fiddling will
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by Adrian C. Louis Moth-shaped leaves bang again & again against the basement window. Snow-filled winds curse against my rented house at