Philip Kobylarz
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AZIMUTHS by Philip Kobylarz Summer, a suitable garden. With/without reasons, leaving. In the bulb of her hand, a match stick. Beyond the circling hills, a road back to nowhere. With the requisite signs. Six % downgrade, dangerous curves. We rest to intake stars, stop. Parcels belying their addresses, the dance a tassel. Many routes to … [Read more…]