Potential Titles: Bruce Smith

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Walk vectors of sweet nothings - Bruce Smith "Ballad and Proposition"

Face to face with Monsanto - Bruce Smith "Ballad and Proposition"

Menacing random and illegal patterns - Bruce Smith "Ballad and Proposition"

Lies modified by art - Bruce Smith "Ballad and Proposition"

Of love tending toward catastrophe - Bruce Smith "Ballad and Proposition"

Ending in the underworld and unknowing - Bruce Smith "Ballad and Proposition"

Artfully held in the celestial rain - Bruce Smith "Beautiful Throat"

Out of the frame into smoke and storm - Bruce Smith "Beautiful Throat"

Guns and money swamping the stars - Bruce Smith "Beautiful Throat"

Bewitched mixture of fuel with sea water - Bruce Smith "Beautiful Throat"

The necessary pigments and frankincense - Bruce Smith "Beautiful Throat"

The little spell of emptiness - Bruce Smith "Ferment"

The fret in place of a hero's rage - Bruce Smith "Ferment"

Light scratches into all the surfaces - Bruce Smith "Ferment"

Pulped and vectored like a virus - Bruce Smith "Ferment"

Signatures of lightning - Bruce Smith "Ferment"

Flights of sparrows and hooded crows - Bruce Smith "Ferment"

Beauty as an agent to oblivion - Bruce Smith "Ferment"

Remember the things spirited away - Bruce Smith "Ferment"

I walked in the garden of ruin - Bruce Smith "Garden"

The green-skinned, black-skinned garden of Osiris - Bruce Smith "Garden"

Where wallets are guns - Bruce Smith "Garden"

Whose shadow was punctured by unnumbered shafts - Bruce Smith "Garden"

At the borders between terror and wonder - Bruce Smith "Garden"

Between silence and Sinatra - Bruce Smith "Garden"

That rhymed wilderness and picturesque - Bruce Smith "Garden"

In the grapevine of Babylon - Bruce Smith "Garden"

The fiction of silence and a better self - Bruce Smith "Garden"

The garden of dates and pomegranates - Bruce Smith "Garden"

Turned my back on the abstract - Bruce Smith "Untitled [I turned my back on the color fields]"

In custody of a story - Bruce Smith "Untitled [I turned my back on the color fields]"

The old complaint of love and dollars - Bruce Smith "What Are They Doing in the Next Room"

And love was a binary star - Bruce Smith "What Are They Doing in the Next Room"

Distant bodies eclipsing each other - Bruce Smith "What Are They Doing in the Next Room"

With versions of gravity and light - Bruce Smith "What Are They Doing in the Next Room"

Bliss at having thieved identities - Bruce Smith "What Are They Doing in the Next Room"

The sun clocks in to overwrite the night - Bruce Smith "What Are They Doing in the Next Room"

Hesitates for a second to be incarnate - Bruce Smith "What Are They Doing in the Next Room"


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