Daily Archives: February 28, 2018

The View From My Edge Of The Planet, by Michael H. Brownstein

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My world slams into the ridge of my left shoulder blade,
bodily harm, grit and greasy, this is the world outside who I am:.
When a sailor ties a knot,
it is meant to not be easily untied.
The raccoon in the city understands a lack of compassion,
the hand of the homeless–thorns, garbage, growing older.
They say there is one runner left and we should see him.
They say he has no legs, but his hands are strong.
So here we are unable to gain the task,
a grim weaver and a grim outlook–silence and golden
glare and still nothing can make this happen.
Nothing and yet something always does.
This is why the last car of the train is as important as the first
and why my babies will be born wearing tee shirts and jeans,
but still we went through tits and passion,
placenta and the shape…

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A JEHOVA WITNESS TOLD ME: BEFORE THE WORLD IS DESTROYED THERE WILL BE DIVINE INTERVENTION AND I ALONE WILL SURVIVE, by Michael H. Brownstein

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–because Richard Corey is the true Jehovah
 
We walk down the blue-lined streets of litter and tension,
the sky exhausted and white haired.
They told me the earth was a living beast
riding a tortoise shell across the light of space,
the shell old and degraded, the tortoise long gone,
only the tusks of an elephant spiking its center.
No elephant. No tortoise. The shadows of dawn
calm, a poodle mating with a shepherd, the house
on the corner bright with lights of unhappiness.
Can you not smell the carcasses of thick gray skin,
the acid in the water taking out a memory of fish?
Everywhere a hand torments itself with touch,
the ears the noise of poverty and disuse,
taste a matter for another time. The poodle
lets go and the shepherd rushes to the alley
in search of the smell and the bones piled there.
“This is…

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The Life Within Us, by Michael H. Brownstein

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1.
The soul in man changes into an animal on death
2.
the word is mbisimo: people say that the witch sends the soul of his witchcraft to eat the soul of the flesh of man.
3.
medicine has a soul
4.
the word is umbaga: a second spear that does the final kill no matter if only one spear has been used (even when the second spear does not exist, it is the spear that accomplishes the final act)
5.
in Orrissa, the Jeypore witch lets a ball of thread flow downwards until it touches the skin of an enemy, places the other end of the thread in her mouth and sucks her enemy’s blood
6.
the word is sugar: it fell into our hair a saturation of tissues

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