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Mark Mandel
August 9, 2015
In Progress..., poetry
the shit cake is big, said Xi. even if we beat, smash, and burn the nether regions of the internet propaganda department, mind their blocked terms, and celebrate with an underpants party, the poisoned vegetable government will pay its respects.…
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Mark Mandel
August 7, 2015
creative nonfiction, In Progress...
My inner life had taken an noticeable downturn ever since I got a new iPhone last week. Those of you reading this account far enough in the future will, I suspect, think this reference to such old-school tech is at best…
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Mark Mandel
June 3, 2015
In Progress..., poetry
there is another country, then there is another sea what wasn’t and what’s never been is a place without your me there is another passage, though a distant century what memories cannot bestow is time without your be
Mark Mandel
December 27, 2014
In Progress..., poetry
they’re happy little people very smiling, hugging, touching each other they’re happy little people oh, and then they’re fighting such mad little people very sad, crying, scowling, shouting but then they’re back happy little people they have families friends histories…
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Mark Mandel
May 18, 2014
In Progress..., poetry
my box of wires follows me wherever I go its cardboard holds true to the whether I know its contents keep churning while seeming to grow and even when I’m purging it’s never that low it most often helps me…
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Mark Mandel
May 10, 2014
In Progress..., poetry
from toe to head with flowing water and a brush stiff with the hope of past regrets
Mark Mandel
March 31, 2014
In Progress...
They tell me that they can pluck babies out of thin air and plant them in mothers now. Well, maybe not out of thin air, but out of long nodules of straight and twisted glass and prickly needles and tubes,…
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Mark Mandel
March 29, 2014
In Progress...
The last dream I had left my mouth dry but my eyes moist. The wetness flowed like a river down my face, like an ocean, like a flood streaming. A small gathering of palm-frond huts across my chin were in…
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