Three Poems by Howard Slater
SPIKES IN TONGUES Now we must pick over the pile of shit and each seek a piece of tongue, a
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Read MoreStory by Dan Hekate Kate Macmillan had been following Specimen July 13th all week. He fascinated and beguiled her in
Read MoreStory by Dan Hekate from Almanac for Noise & Politics 2015 An array of lights blinked across the gleaming hard
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Read MoreUntitled Maybe we could be lithe with the music be in its unknowable tones as substrate For ever diasporic as
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Read MoreCut-Up-Marx Eleven An element of capital Labour itself – Existence – Placed in and in the valorisation process The
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