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Posts by Nora Claire Miller

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Heard weird noises and felt movement in the house move this morning while I was home alone. I checked every room, no one. No one was at the door. Spent the day thinking the house was haunted. Nope! There was actually a small earthquake

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Poem Toaster by Robert Grenier

Poem Toaster by Robert Grenier

Toaster by Robert Grenier

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as a child I made contacts in my computer's address book for each of my neopets and somehow I still have them

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12 or 20 (second series) questions with Bianca Rae Messinger Bianca Rae Messinger is a poet and translator living in New York State. She is the author of pleasureis amiracle (Nightboat, 2025) and the...

12 or 20 (second series) questions with Bianca Rae Messinger
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You can lead a horse to water, but it will not be super impressed. Horses know about water

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I have progressed gradually from "fuck around and find out" to "fuck around and fall asleep."

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New Poetry: Margaret Ross, Nora Claire Miller, and Richie Hofmann Recommend - The Paris Review New collections from Gabriel Palacios and Emily Jungmin Yoon—plus, a press for postcard poetry.

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Send Me Press mails gorgeous poem postcards, printed on some crazy old vintage machine, monthly.

Also, they were just discussed in none other than The Paris Review!

Do I have a postcard coming out? I do.

Read about their delightful project here:

www.theparisreview.org/blog/2024/12...

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Is It Cake? But it’s just CAKE playing different songs and you have to answer if it’s one of theirs or not.

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Door in the Mountain



Never ran this hard through the valley
never ate so many stars

I was carrying a dead deer
tied on to my neck and shoulders

deer legs hanging in front of me
heavy on my chest

People are not wanting
to let me in

Door in the mountain
let me in

Door in the Mountain Never ran this hard through the valley never ate so many stars I was carrying a dead deer tied on to my neck and shoulders deer legs hanging in front of me heavy on my chest People are not wanting to let me in Door in the mountain let me in

always, always this Jean Valentine poem

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really not a Crowley guy at all but this is hilarious

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here I am in the sky

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