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Atsuro Riley

May/June 2020

Goldhound

By Atsuro Riley

The old master (kneeling) mastered me gave good and goad would hie me forth (unsnicked my choke-chain) sicced me loose —  ‘Go birddog you some marvels’ [reaping] Dew-sparks galaxifying the crabgrass […]

Winter 2013

In Which

By Atsuro Riley

What came to seem to him the core (the pulsing core) is wefted, warped: lit meat-mesh of heards what tales he'd gnawed like seeds like sparks live ember-words (lucernal core) […]

Winter 2013

Call

By Atsuro Riley

It starts with the lamp that lamped our night our dirt. Cause of this (wear-balded) red-mud ring going glow. The old ever-voice (with the tear through it) intonating rivering. Souls […]