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:: Lia Yaranon Hall ::

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I am a fake librarian, a real graduate student, a wannabe acrobat, fallen trapeze artist, aspiring yoga teacher, and bicycle fanatic dreaming about the lives inside and outside of New York City. I am currently investigating the art of tea and trying to love everyone all at once. Although my mother often accused me of being hard headed, I still consider myself highly impressionable. After watching a corny bike film, I got the idea to wash one of my bikes in the shower, which resulted in clogging my drain major New York grime accompanied by bleach-resistant black grease streaks on the white tile. I like this kind of contrast—it resembles words on a page. I like to read and write too.

::02:18:08::

::: Piñata rain :::

Listeners shift attention to this smell:
Exploded tires are rubber siding for a shelter
plastic bags build bonfires

Down the block “smoke signals,”
Cry emaciated dogs for scraps limping

Competition cocks fight a frustrated crow
Servants “live-in” an outside kitchen; cooks for household
Flips flop on a painted concrete floor

Sniffing fake flowers
Makes us sneeze from the dust

Shelf of knickknack Jesus shrine
Maria-Hosep holds him just
A plastic automatic; little boy gun toy

His story is breeding
Listeners bear witness

Lives shred
Op-ed clippings
Ash rains
Terraces saturate the confetti shower of shell powder-body shock

Terminate the masquerade
Pudding body cotton family holy is the matrimony
Tobacco brother pallbearer plow the rice ceremony

“Piñata rain,” the milkfish comment as they nudge oyster structures
Confidence the mortar stacked to self-sufficient order
Built better than the fatal footbridges over ponds for fish
Broken by beat of boots and boys off boats
Born of pallet scraps and friction hands flicking off the ash
Born to break by drops in forecast

Clouds distort the cloud reflection
Pacific bleeds and puffs clouds everyday
Evaporating back to a saline state

Ships sailing
Even when the wind stops blowing

Written by: ~ Lia Yaranon Hall

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