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The Shaver – by Jesse Doiron

By artstudioOctober 28, 2012thoughtcrimeJesse Doiron, thought crime

The Shaver This morning, when I shaved, I cut my face away. It was in the way, so I removed it. The sleek remaining cheeks will serve me better and not betray how felt I am. No longer will those finky brows and flappy eyes say what I do not want to when I do

A Eulogy – by Jesse Doiron

By artstudioOctober 20, 2012thoughtcrimeJesse Doiron, Thoughtcrime

Almost not there, in the hair on my leg, an ant traverses. With his machete mandibles, he ambles through the blondy brush and vines, canting his frantic antennae for signs of the lost column. Pausing only for a sip of sweat at some partially filled pore, he wipes his forehead with a leg and rests