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SAND is an English literary journal printed bi-annually in Berlin, featuring prose and poetry as well as translations, art, and photography. We collaborate with musicians, literary festivals, and artist cooperatives to hold regular events in the city. We seek to offer a printed space for art and literature in Berlin's international community and beyond. Lyz is a freelance writer and translator living and working in Berlin. She is a published poet and the author of. Eat Me. Drink Me. A senior editor at.

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Tippy Canoe in Brooklyn: February 2010

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Tippy Canoe in Brooklyn. Trading in small mysteries, up and down the East River. Sunday, February 21, 2010. Around and around, inward revolutions. Inward and around, still increasing speed. To you and around, won't you join her? Around and around, all through the night. I saw a woman spinning. On the street corner. Like a Brooklyn dervish,. Smoothing the concrete,. And old candy wrappers. This, the story. Born of mean streets,. One of a choir. Unheard and unheeded—. For so long,. I try to listen,. I lear...

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Tippy Canoe in Brooklyn: Lion Heart, Eleventh Hour

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Tippy Canoe in Brooklyn. Trading in small mysteries, up and down the East River. Sunday, January 10, 2010. Lion Heart, Eleventh Hour. Lay in his great. To wrench it uncrooked. With a loud pop:. Sent him careening back. Turns Lucky Strike;. To his ear canal. The pulse in her neck. Knocking her hand away. It took only that instant. Back to dirty suds. As a swaddled babe's. January 25, 2010 at 11:27 PM. This is good, I can see it all before my eyes. But, uh, can we get an update here? I love this, Ian.

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Tippy Canoe in Brooklyn: Dirty Laundry Haiku

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Tippy Canoe in Brooklyn. Trading in small mysteries, up and down the East River. Sunday, February 21, 2010. A collaboration with Derrick DeMaria. Worn this shirt six days. Seven cum stains, two blood stains. You can't Shout this. February 21, 2010 at 8:04 PM. Dirty laundry. or dirty boys? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Cornfield Elysium, a composite eulogy. Eat Me. Drink Me.

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Tippy Canoe in Brooklyn: Long Path, Day 2: Palisades Farmer's Market

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Tippy Canoe in Brooklyn. Trading in small mysteries, up and down the East River. Tuesday, April 13, 2010. Long Path, Day 2: Palisades Farmer's Market. I slurped a thin sheen of grease. Off a dollar slice. With a new friend. A Sec-8 All Star. And the farmer's market. A couple hundred yards. It's a social occaision. My feet are propped. It's smiles and puppies. And air smelling slightly. Its tang plays free association. And I am as easy as my feet. J told me excitedly. He'd love to go hiking.

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Tippy Canoe in Brooklyn: Revision: Brooklyn Dervish

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Tippy Canoe in Brooklyn. Trading in small mysteries, up and down the East River. Sunday, February 21, 2010. Around and around, inward revolutions. Inward and around, still increasing speed. To you and around, won't you join her? Around and around, all through the night. I saw a woman spinning. On the street corner. Like a Brooklyn dervish,. Smoothing the concrete,. And old candy wrappers. This, the story. Born of mean streets,. One of a choir. Unheard and unheeded—. For so long,. I try to listen,.

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Tippy Canoe in Brooklyn: Airplane Hill

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Tippy Canoe in Brooklyn. Trading in small mysteries, up and down the East River. Saturday, February 12, 2011. My father is a big man. So big he once. Heaved the kitchen table. Out the front door. Of our sturdy red-brick. And with such velocity. The lawn and continued on. That cleared the horizon. I hauled a folding card table. And wiped it down. With bleach but couldn’t. Get the smell out of my nose. So we moved to the floor. Still holding the outline,. Meals taken without four legs. Took my hand and we.

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Tippy Canoe in Brooklyn: December 2009

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Tippy Canoe in Brooklyn. Trading in small mysteries, up and down the East River. Tuesday, December 29, 2009. Cast Wide for Third Eye. It’s got to be. And the corner bum. Of these early hours. Used to draw the eye downward. Wary of cracked pavement,. Looking for the sure step. But there’s less of that these days,. The sidewalk is smoother—. Maybe not so many broken windows. I’m not sure it speaks to progress. Because, well—. The school kids will soon start. And I know for a fact. Hey, Ms. Johnson,. I have...