Monthly Archives: October 2021

cudding for the cuddling

Hardly Rickets’ Sanguinary Holiday Hardly Rickets, all American life saver and literary critic, wants to save the world from itself. Wants to don the all purpose All American Halloween costume—wants to be a fungal tree growth but can’t decide between … Continue reading

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did you know

brave new defalcation rocket 2 did you know?the year meaning diedthe last alliterativecommentator complainedkin is redundantavoid relatives “The moon of every night is not the moonThat the first Adam saw.The centuriesOf human wakefulness have left it brimmingWith ancient tears.” — … Continue reading

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guesstimate and plannify

Poor Clockface Bradbury Bradbury said he didn’t need an alarm clock. I saw the phrase in passing without its context, so I’m left with this vision of a man machine with a clock face for a visage. A veritable clock … Continue reading

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shot by booster

Booster Shot Tanka Man shot by booster—Fever dreams / sleep of reason—Cavorting beastiesCourse through a body derailed:A self-styled auto-da-fé. “Anything a writer says about their work is outside the work, a stranger to it. It’s a different language. It’s almost … Continue reading

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your curls frizz

Your Ruff Collar, My Millstone We live under the heat dome. I see you across the barren parklet.You are eating bits of soft pink flesh. My hair wilts.Your curls frizz. I lick the hot sauce off my fingers.You yell that … Continue reading

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will work for

Gutty Haiku (redux) I will work for tripePepper pot is beautifulVisceral goodness “America the footsteps of your ghosts are white stones weighting my center“ — Aria Aber / “America”

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guilty breath lock

pantoum(ish) death breath guilty baitlock breathdeath guilty breathlock baitdeath death lockbait breathguilty breath lockbait deathguilty lock breathbait guiltydeath death baitguilty lockbreath breath guilty lock death bait breath bait lock death bait breath death death breath death bait “I tend not … Continue reading

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in my neighborhood

We choose a mantic thanksgiving—dark and steep… We live as prelude to the mother of all bloodlettings… We jockey frenetic prayers—glean sources—Sleep the sleep of strangers … Ghosts in your house—Live through your eyes—live your memories… The wizard of siren … Continue reading

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do come in

Ginger Snaps I remember Ginger brought us,on New Year’s Eve 1980,the Vermonters: “lunch on you, keep the hand and suck this bony one” you filled the point with wire and spinebutton Night into Line from a short not-quite five-year old … Continue reading

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the ocean roaring

The Endless Not Dear C.— Sometimes I have the ocean roaring in my ears, in my head—not the intermittent breaks and ebbs of waves on the shore, but only the crashes—crashes, crashes, crashes—on an endless loop for minutes, hours sometimes. … Continue reading

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