I refuse to answer any questions. (laughter)Brinks: One thing I love ... taken care of that. (laughter)Brinks: Which leads me to my ... s probably here. (laughter)Brinks: Yes, that is a www.corpse.org/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=539&Itemid=1 Exquisite Corpse - Journal of Letters and Life - Brief Reviews Brinks refers to this most ... becomes a shared experience; reading Brinks’ thoughts and memories makes them ... the government a “recovery.” Brinks, though, locates a source www.corpse.org/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=113&Itemid=40 Exquisite Corpse Nobl FIVE POEMS Dave Brinks POEM Gwendolyn Albert LIMA BEAN Mark Spitzer THE ... Reality Poem John Schuerman FIVE POEMS FROM DAVE BRINKS the red earth præludium trial and eros night www.corpse.org/archives/issue_1/brinks.html Exquisite Corpse - A Journal of Letters and Life Brain by Dave Brinks Click here for: Waiting for ... from The Secret Brain by Dave Brinks THE SECRET BRAIN All day you ... Pot of Lips by Dave Brinks THE KINGDOM OF EXPULSION with www.corpse.org/archives/issue_5/burning_bush/brinks.htm Exquisite Corpse - A Journal of Letters and Life Poems by David Brinks || Author's Links On Waking and as many ... New Orleans (Mexicali Blues) by Paul Chasse and David Brinks outside the guitar and the mad maracas compete with www.corpse.org/archives/issue_11/poesy/brinks.html Exquisite Corpse - A Journal of Letters and Life Imagination by Dave Brinks (aka M'Sewer Diabolique) All those ships that never ... to be opened! New Orleans, 30.viii.2000 Dave Brinks lives in New Orleans and is currently working on www.corpse.org/archives/issue_7/secret_agents/brinks.htm Exquisite Corpse - A Journal of Letters and Life Brain by Dave Brinks Author's Links Proscenium Moon in memory where sleep is ... it was anyone's trial with judas Vita Nuova dave brinks is not a poet. he is the ghost of confused www.corpse.org/archives/issue_9/poesy/brinks.htm Exquisite Corpse - A Journal of Letters and Life Brain by Dave Brinks Author's Links THE REVOLVING AIR gravediggers apportion their labors to greet me. a vast supply of holy water whose eight pints turn to wine in my veins, a www.corpse.org/archives/issue_10/poesy/brinks.html Exquisite Corpse - A Journal of Letters and Life Poems by Dave Brinks subzero globs of light odd by the calm of an empty room I stare dim religious out the window with eyes bigger than a houseplant while serious godfeet tramp www.corpse.org/archives/issue_4/burning_bush/brinks.htm Exquisite Corpse - A Journal of Letters and Life Poems by Dave Brinks august days clamp ink-shaped morning to your forehead roll it around on your tongue and go for long walks in january air where proper hungry wolves are pawing www.corpse.org/archives/issue_3/burning_bush/brinks.html
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