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David McAleavey



in this exploded diagram of my heart, the large chambers, home of my love for you, are seen to enclose constellations, memories of loves long gone, vague designs hovering above the immense expanse of now. watch as I try to bring one of these loosely [...]

Supposing the Ocean

As if my dad had said: "fetch!" & then disappeared, my jagging circles beat the grass down where I hunt & come back one more tired time for just a little more light where there's none. I don't know what was meant. I've gone illegally far away, sneaki [...]