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If I was belly-based, I could spend my days sculling in lush pools of gut fauna, warm and safe beneath my own flesh roof. But I chose for...

O Weary Sailor For Austin at night I hear the rested waves awaken stretch their arches across one another open their throats and roar o...

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Sascha Engel is the founder and editor of Strukturriss, an Ireland-based journal focusing on anarchic dissolutions of text. After...

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Found the Moon in a puddle all by itself without a sky it had those sad cat eyes like a young Cybill Shepard Mix our atoms mesh our ashes...