Poem by Jake Tringali


  under the merch table without a doubt, this scummy bar should be closed / burned without prejudice condemned as the investigation to this night’s crime scene / of the most unholy sins my crusade / has taken me into this den with no choice / the small gathering of the disturbed surround me dimly […]

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Poem by Jake Tringali


  (no) fur “Crack” behind tree Please give me Ground to run Paw wet, wounded Exhausted Stalker closes in Veer downhill Now wounded Gain speed Through the ravine Close to rivers Lower antlers Sanctuary Speed burst Now thirst Hot pain, wet fur Cry out in anger Now hurt Far away rivers Lower antlers Ground moving […]

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