Author Archives: German Jones

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About German Jones

I am a librarian by day; I do all sorts of things at night.

volti rehash

like a beast with lower pleasures,a long-cramped scroll,I strain forward. I am hungry to be interrupted.I had a paramour–and I’ve had many.I am despair. Waging a doubtful battle with the shade,how should I beginto satiate the void?

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volti-ish?

I stood in the rain, far from home and wavering between the profit and the loss.I could not pick the arrows from my side. The hours rose up, putting off stars. It was dawn.Am I drunk or dead? The sun … Continue reading

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volti again

Suddenly there was a lack where before there had been nothing at all. It’s only in the contrast that life begins to take its form. Shadows help us to see the places light has been.

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volti vision/version?

consensual enjambment licensed release.similar partical lazily supercede.insouciant tremor remarks corrupt.pestulant theory yawning genuine. corrupting nuptials illuminate fragrancewithdrawn teetering vacant beatitudeicing gruesome mobile balustradehowever reticent grows suicide.

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um…

I GOT A NEW JOB!!! (more soon)

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one more for good measure

words become unlatcheda blotched crowned muse

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volti theme

the same steps repeated wear a path into the ground.earth revealed by trampeled grass.a guide to follow or a caution against?

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volti anagrams: poignant

Two latch on to each other out of desireHeartache clot, Riotous feed Neglect has a presence, an eternal returnArcane steps, unreal art Two roses without their petalsTorsos, a truth epistle

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volti anagrams: abstract

Aghast enactment beA scant anthem beget macabre birth confidebarbaric decent of him

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a variant volti sketch

her legs refused to stand she could not remember where to go.she would not speakher words had become unlatched.food was not important no taste would remain.and yet he sat with herrefusing to let it all disappear. the photograph on the … Continue reading

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