Ingredients. Jet streams. The wherewithal. Ineptitudes of a sudden nature. Shades of shade. Not
eclipses. Pink angora hat. Verbiage left on the scrabble board. A wound opened, bled,
Chrysanthemums of the sea. The shock of after. In the magpie's nest, cigar bands. And the moss,
As of yet, untitled. The naming of the wind. One such none such. Orange and white
The parade: one after another sponge. What doesn't fit into cardboard boxes we call
canceled. Windings of a clock. Garden fenced by tiny boulders, otherwise known as rocks.
bottles. Stasis of the guard. The worst of times, around when o'clock. Tree obscuring
Philip Kobylarz is an itinerant teacher of the language arts and writer of fiction, poetry, book reviews, and essays. He has worked as a journalist, a film critic, a veterinarian's assistant, a deliverer of furniture, and an ascetic.
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