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A click and its likeness…

Five poems by Simon Perchik * A click and its likeness can't change, curled the way rain yellows though you hold on almost make out the grin that could be yours --it's been years, minutes and even with your arms apart you have forgotten the smell the fleece-lined gloves filled...

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PRIVATE 32 | NIGHT

Buy/Gift PRIVATE 32 For those born before television, before sleep became one amongst many options, night was travelled through with caution. Because it was a place where all of the world’s negativity lurked. Night clouded reason and at nightfall the legends of the non-living once again became real, exacting a...