Potential Titles: William Archila

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The dreadful diagrams of his nerves - William Archila "Beyond Bruegel's Shore"

His wings ache from so much wax - William Archila "Beyond Bruegel's Shore"

No choice but to curse the coming waters - William Archila "Beyond Bruegel's Shore"

Looking for a foothold among the crags - William Archila "Bury This Pig"

Rooting out weeds, trampling on trash - William Archila "Bury This Pig"

Bones breaking down to the ground - William Archila "Bury This Pig"

Until the ground groaned with war - William Archila "Bury This Pig"

The sky fell and cracked the earth - William Archila "Bury This Pig"

Shovels dusty in our hands - William Archila "Bury This Pig"

Behind the weight of a country I've lost - William Archila "Childhood"

The sleep of a sunken log at the river's bottom - William Archila "Childhood"

To forsake this absent god tired in the pale grass - William Archila "Childhood"

Clambering out of the rain clouds - William Archila "Childhood"

Turn off the light to occupy the dark - William Archila "Childhood"

How trout and mackerel plunged from the sky - William Archila "The decade the country became known throughout the world"

Everyone stabbed flowers on a grave - William Archila "The decade the country became known throughout the world"

Heard bees buzzing inside their skulls - William Archila "The decade the country became known throughout the world"

Turtles banging their heads against rocks - William Archila "The decade the country became known throughout the world"

Parrots that kept diving into creeks - William Archila "The decade the country became known throughout the world"

The dark swelling of the open ground - William Archila "The decade the country became known throughout the world"

A splutter of broken sentences - William Archila "The decade the country became known throughout the world"

Always the strange order of smoke - William Archila "Little soul lost, little shining ghost"

Into the small chambers that flicker like fireflies - William Archila "Little soul lost, little shining ghost"

Prepare cattle & rapid fire - William Archila "Little soul lost, little shining ghost"

Ten times the nerve, which is stitching darkness - William Archila "Little soul lost, little shining ghost"

Black as the black craters in an isthmus - William Archila "Little soul lost, little shining ghost"

The worst mind during the war deranged - William Archila "Little soul lost, little shining ghost"

Always in praise of the elder tongue - William Archila "Little soul lost, little shining ghost"

Afraid of the dark forest trees - William Archila "Little soul lost, little shining ghost"

How it mocks what is & what is not - William Archila "Little soul lost, little shining ghost"

Dead ringer in the wind, but worst - William Archila "Little soul lost, little shining ghost"

Meaning making music like a heretic - William Archila "Little soul lost, little shining ghost"

A soul crawling out of the black dirt - William Archila "Little soul lost, little shining ghost"

Characters branded for a monument of wood & rock - William Archila "El Mozote"

Panels of the sky capsized - William Archila "El Mozote"

The way wood changes to fire - William Archila "El Mozote"

Everything is archived in the clouds - William Archila "El Mozote"

Insects, vessel-like roots reaching for foliage - William Archila "El Mozote"

No choice other than exodus - William Archila "Saturn's Country"

Bootlegged in the marketplace - William Archila "Saturn's Country"

For a solar system beyond sable incarceration - William Archila "Saturn's Country"

Surrendered to the gutters' thick cirrhosis - William Archila "Spirits"

His trajectory half awake, half anvil - William Archila "Spirits"

From the glass to the killing floor - William Archila "Spirits"

Each thin thread tethered - William Archila "Spirits"

From the root of a nicotined tooth - William Archila "Spirits"

Distilled from a banana republic in fire - William Archila "Spirits"

A certain kind of fix that falters precariously - William Archila "Spirits"

His compound of cologne & corrosion - William Archila "Spirits"

Raised in a whistle-stop town - William Archila "Three Minutes with Mingus"

Deep in the pages of a library book - William Archila "Three Minutes with Mingus"

Unfold the fables of the sea - William Archila "Three Minutes with Mingus"

You give language to black roosters & fossil bones - William Archila "Three Minutes with Mingus"

Those who seek a tiny shot of God - William Archila "Three Minutes with Mingus"

Lost in a fire's spiraling notes - William Archila "Three Minutes with Mingus"

I would understand the caravel of my childhood - William Archila "Three Minutes with Mingus"

Loose without oars or sails - William Archila "Three Minutes with Mingus"

I give you the archaeology of my words - William Archila "Three Minutes with Mingus"

Every painstaking sound I utter - William Archila "Three Minutes with Mingus"

The stressed beats of a tiny country I lost long ago - William Archila "Three Minutes with Mingus"


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