aborted motions

every bad intention

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hi the link to download taurogarchy is broken :( can i get an updated link ?

!! thanks for letting me know, u can find it here

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wish i could write poetry and not think about it anyway i’m trying to write this cohesive thing at the moment so!!! speaking it into being

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"back then, i wasn’t a good person" - this poem resonated with me in so many ways, thank you so much for posting it! It's also made me feel like wanting to write poetry again which is something I haven't done in a year. Its such a gorgeous poem ❤❤❤

❤️❤️❤️ i think that poem and the feelings that come along with it were a necessary thing at the time and i’ve been able to move past living in that and i am thankful for that. i haven’t written poetry in a year either but reading this makes me want to again!!! and i hope you’ve had luck in your endeavours 😌

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desert road 2018

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abt your poem "back then, i wasn't a good person": did you reference the book the stranger in it bc if so then uhh i think im in love w you lmao hardy anyone else i know has read that book

i absolutely did because man. that book is a trip. meursault is a trip. for something so short that i had to read for a class, it really had an effect on me.

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I DREAM OF DOING VIOLENCE  UNTO THOSE WHO HAVE HURT ME

published by L’Éphémère Review

you were talking in your sleep last night. something about breezeblocks, like the song. i would have let you hang them off my hands, if only you asked. but no—you thought yourself victorious and disturbed the peace. violated, i became violent and disturbed the streets. the people rioted and the sky stayed red for days.

you sunk into this far too easily. already hungry. always waiting. now, i offer so much more than my wrists to you. you turn over in your sleep. next, i come for god.

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was one of your poems published in part 1 of Beyond the Shallows? (éphémère review anthology?)

yes! it’s called “i dream of doing violence unto those who have hurt me”

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allegory of nothing

remember the way your hand curled around mine. prehistoric claw or talon, i don’t want to know the difference so i deny your nature. i want to keep you quiet and your mouth shut.  your face twists as you turn away. you look like the word anguish.

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we inherit everything so nothing is your fault but you take the fall anyway. no defense, no preservation. raising your hands (or claws or talons) has always been an act of violence.  something like the space between a clean slaughterhouse and the killing floor.

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i’ve been thinking about you in all the wrong ways again. my lampshade hangs crooked and spills the light out all bad. the birds migrate at an odd time of year. heard your voice in my dreams last week. i don’t want to find meaning in this. i deny my nature.

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Hello! I tried to download the ebook Taurogarchy, but the link isn't working. :/ Is there any other way I can get the ebook?

i have no clue why it did that :( but i’ve updated the link on the post nd hopefully this will also work

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Just gonna go out on a limb here an assume you're a taurus?

i was ‘bout to get on my high horse about people assuming i’m a taurus and how i must display obvious taurean traits thru my poetry but then i remembered the chapbook i wrote abt being a taurus so that’d do it

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@exit152's writing has had a massive impact on both me as a poet & a poetry reader, i'm very thankful for mara for sharing it with us & it's inspired me to try & write more truthfully & less carefully

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back then, i wasn’t a good person, too skinless & heartless to manage anything else. i didn’t wanna know what my love looked like from the outside. left it shivering in the cold until it was raw. read a story where a man killed someone because of how the sun made him feel & could almost understand it.

so i kept living. thought i could survive anything & i was afraid of nothing but the dark. i made myself elysian. transcendent but not pure. more like a  pillar of smoke rising up to choke the sharp dawn. i’m looking for providence. it always comes back to the light & all the ways i used to love & all the ways i can’t anymore.

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As a fellow writer, I wanted to say that you are so talented and commend your use and mastery of a voice that is so rich and mature in all your work. Never believe that you don't have talent. It takes other people an entire lifetime to get where you are right now.

u sent me this message so many months ago & i still think about it when i’m doubting myself & i just wanted to thank u for that, infinitely

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THE KICKBACK

bridges are dangerous to me because i’m home to too many bad ideas which i think are good ideas. the girl i loved told me i’d probably die trying to prove that i can’t die which is probably true, but i’ve been dying for years anyway. it’s just a matter of time now, waiting to see what gets me first – the crooked brain or broken body, the lightning crack or the slow slide under the water. i’m a reaction, all recoil, the kickback from a gun as it punches your shoulder, turning away from something horrific. i wasn’t gentle to begin with but living traumatised me and now bridges are dangerous. i don’t believe in the afterlife but the boy i loved does and thinks i’m going somewhere after this. once, i thought i was God but God’s bigger than this and not to be fucked with. even i know that.

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your writing transcends and i adore reading it its something else entirely and it gives me this feeling that i can't shake but in the best way possible

i’m so? awed when ppl tell me about how my writing makes them feel and beyond grateful, so just. thank you.