by GabrielAdmin | Jun 21, 2019 | Found Poem
This version happened because where I live now, there’s no fog: just particles of air-pollution, car-exhaust, scorched proteins from the taco-stands. The rain brings a sea-spray effect, certainly, but for the most part I’m living in a parodic, overheated version of... 
by GabrielAdmin | Jun 21, 2019 | Found Poem
Roland Barthes: ‘After an extrapleural pneumothorax operation, the removed section of rib was returned to me by the hospital. Often I have toyed with flinging the rib–chop from my balcony, as though romantically scattering my own ashes into the river.
by GabrielAdmin | Jun 20, 2019 | Found Poem
II. FIRST VERSION This version of the poem happened because I am unprofessional. By April 2015 I had a pile of empty, thirteen-quid Moleskines given to me for ten successive birthdays. As such, I never bought notebooks, and grabbed one at random from the pile... 
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