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"Minute Bodies Gather To" by Paulie Lipman

  • Nov 20, 2023
  • 1 min read

praise the ashes of their humble dirt church holy book a celibate dictionary they think not of business lost only hard success flames scraped for meaning, faith cannot be pried from their prison fist




Paulie Lipman is a queer/Jewish poet/author/musician out of Denver, CO.He is a two time National Poetry Slam finalist and author of the poetry collections"from below/denied the light" and "Sad Bastard Soundtrack: Song Of Faith And Distortion".

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