Articles by John Sweet
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broken obelisk
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"...waiting for answers that never came..."
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eating the bones of the poem
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"...when you and i were together..."
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a gift for the diamond eaters
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"...waiting for a message from the queen of open wounds..."
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poem drunk on blood
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"...when the trigger is pulled..."
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invocation
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"...a season of dogs in the year of starvation..."
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a merciful fist, an abundance of despair
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"...leave them to laugh at the desert's edge..."
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before we found each other, before we were lost
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"...the same mistakes again and again..."
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against entropy
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"...why not write poems while locked in a cage?.."
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a stone in a cloud, silence in hell
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"fall asleep with the house on fire..."
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gabriel st.
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"...always just enough in the bag to get you through the week..."
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dorothea, painting a mirror
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John Sweet, b 1968, still numbered among the living. A believer in writing as catharsis.
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the days too short and neverending
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"...you either have it or you die..."
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one of us forsaken
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"...who am i in this story?..."
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the uncertain assassin
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"...heavy water of failure, one grey drop at a time..."
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the words
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"...do you believe this?..."
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out of our minds and out of our league
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"...keeps waking up in a strange room..."
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where we stand, or where we kneel
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"...do you really need reasons for your actions..."
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we can crucify tomorrow
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"...clinging tight to our prejudices and petty hatreds..."
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one from the dark ages, late summer
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"...he says he's got a trailer out on cemetery road..."
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together we are
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"...and no one here in love..."
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[because we all know whose fault it was]
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"...this is one version of the future..."
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no fear, only the absence of joy
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"...think about the ocean as it begins to rain..."
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the facts
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"...and we were all of us drunk..."
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says <span class="text-italic">let me know how it feels</span>
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"...what everything boils down to in the end..."
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fanfare for starving dogs
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"...i will always be the opposite of my father..."
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dreamt i was the prophet of this new dark age; dreamt i was awake
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"...and always the sound of trains in the distance..."
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that first summer after my father died
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"...i didn’t have much to my name..."
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a tracing
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"...stores all bleeding neon..."
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[just keep saying <i>no</i> to me]
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"...what’s left is the present..."
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[if on the run is where you’re from]
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"...these better days we were taught about..."
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everything you say always sounds like it could almost be the truth
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"in between seasons beneath this luminous pewter sky..."
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last week of my father’s life: an interpretation
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"...how will you pick the best one?..."