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Monthly Archives: March 2021
horizon line stitched
The Desolate Places I. Sole lox lunchbox Bite full o’ soul Tar by the shoreline Bisected by sandbank Oil derricks ablaze Gas flames in the ozone grey II. Stamp your heel in the sand The tar ball forms a toothy … Continue reading
only divisible by
It’s only divisible by itself. I don’t understand. Help me understand. Why won’t you help me understand? “Friluftsliv Nei Saying that you’re going to go for a walk in the crisp, wintry fresh air and then it suddenly being nighttime … Continue reading
bay leaf bazaars
it’s here the modified claim it should say zero file an amended excuse for lethargy i’m subverting the judge’s luncheon by torpedo you laugh like a wimple wearing super coquette leave me alone in my misery and lack of awareness … Continue reading
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Tagged Experimental writing, Hybrid writing, Poetry, Prose Poetry, Silence, Writing
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nude boogie woogie
That Ability to Coexist (After Jessica Bruder’s Nomadland) “The last free place in America is a parking spot.” Sell-o-rama! Are you fascinated by the blurring Of class lines? You need not file yellowed papers In triplicate. You don’t need. We … Continue reading
a foreboding step
Circumlocution The snow turns to slush, Overnight a sheath of ice, A foreboding step. A death threat in Denmark Over the telephone and emails The children should all be killed Using a bolt pistol then skinned And fed to the … Continue reading
i remain ungainly
Attitudinize I am awkward in appearance. A sea oat blown near-horizontal. I will grow this beard as long as I want. I doomscroll as a default setting. I get excited when the gales cause these walls to creak. My minions … Continue reading
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Tagged Book Review, Experimental writing, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Hybrid writing, Joy Division, Microfiction, Music Video, Poetry, Prose Poetry, Writing
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are these silverfish
Questions Unanswered Yesterday What side effects should I expect tonight? Really? Seriously? Today? What is this filth? What are the chances we become an intelligent and empathetic country? Is this a poem or a story? Where are these silverfish coming … Continue reading
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an absurd life
What I Saw (Haiku Quatrain) The scab I pick raw Is a tear in the fabric Of an absurd life Sister Ray dances Naked after vespers dark Blind rat sniffs the air Fog rolls in hissing Starless sky is swallowed … Continue reading
finest quality feces
https://youtu.be/yQqx-x6CeqE Weird to be Wired Teofilo: Don’t be a putz with the futzing about, you mung nut. Pass me the spud gasket. Bob: Shut up! Your voice is sharp as a yeast infection. Teofilo: Tangy, is it? Bob: Hey, did … Continue reading
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Tagged Book Review, Hybrid writing, Music Video, The Fall, Writing
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thundered by wasps
“the first time I was othered I was still in the womb breaking in my naming–“ — Mahtem Shiferraw / “Blood and Bones”