Category: Poetry
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Charleston Miasma
by Gus Varallo in the dregs of sunset through my closed blinds,the dim light sneaking between folds, the glimmering dust because everything is shedding like the windshields in our driveways, blanketedby pollen, like the sea foam rolling against barrier islands, like chunksof ripped tackle washed away with the sand, like another flood,another hurricane, like the…
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