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THE BIRDS (1963) – Kenneth Pobo

INSTANT NOODLES: VERY VEGGIE ~ COVER
CURIOUS KNOTS – Saulsbury
STORY ON A BUMPER – Crandell
ROOMING HOUSE OF THE OBLIVION – James
FILE_ID.DIZ: A POEM – Beveridge
OLD ACQUAINTANCE (1943) – Polo
INTUITION – Reddick
FROM A HOTEL BACK PORCH IN
NEW HAMPSHIRE – Grey
BOOK REVIEW: FINDING WALDO – Jarvis
WHATEVER HAPPENED TO
BABY JANE (1962) – Pobo
LOVELY – Maril
PROPOSAL – Beveridge
MY INTRODUCTION – Grey
NINE NAPKINS – Fabian
THE RITZY GLITZY
DIAMOND SHOW – Speizer Crandell
FINAL ZOOM MEETING – Fleming
LEGACY – Grey
FREEZING/BURNING – Sarnat
BLUE PERIOD #3 – Fabian
MUTUAL INTERDIGITATION – Fabian
SOLILOQUY FOR LILITH – Beveridge
THE BARBARIANS HAD ACTED REGRETTABLY – James
THE BIRDS (1963) – Pobo
FRESH CRISPY BIOS

The past, an airless room, 
no windows. I go in.    
Will I ever get out?  Four walls, 
each made of memories.  I pound 
on a vanishing door.  Birds 
peck their way in,
cover me.  Dark wings,
indelible ink 
for my obituary. 

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