Monthly Archives: December 2021

breathe, just be

First Day of Winter This is what winter looked like in the southern city which was once her home town. She’d forgotten the mild summer days that passed for winter down by the sea in a southern clime. There was … Continue reading

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out of mind

A Step Forward Maria considered the storm clouds occluding the southern sun. She could not obliterate what had happened to her before, but she was dead set on changing her course forward, despite returning to her home town. She swallowed … Continue reading

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calling her again

Unspools Maria heard the sirens calling her again to her home town by the sea. Another trek the length of the country was in order at the height of the plague years. Who in their right mind does this? She … Continue reading

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i’m serious here

Posthaste / Post-Punk Handbills posted in Maria’s neighborhood say: Every first Thursday Jesus Drinks Free: free Soul, R n B, Country, and Gospel starting at 8pm at the Jeannie Johnson Pub and Grill, 144 South Street, Jamaica Plain. Another says: … Continue reading

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interstices interstices interstices

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it signifies everything

Weight to the Ether My dream analyst wanders knee-deep into a slurry of images sluiced out of my subconscious. It signifies everything if one knew how to unpack dreams, she says. They give form to the formless, substance to the … Continue reading

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in my neighborhood

I felt a crack in my spirit and all the heat seeped out Your lower case specialness sorted it into the proper dream categories I crashed my way out of sleep and ate breakfast earlier than usual I warmed up … Continue reading

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don’t brown out

Your Head Can Be A Prison Don’t Overthink It and Don’t Brown Out “By the time we die, we know everything we need to know.” — Victoria Chang / Dear Memory

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you flay me

Ode to the Heat & the Hate of the Gorham Fish Fork, 1879 O O O O that Pincer-ean rag…O, you striker of fishImpaler of IchthysHypocrite Lecteur, Mon semblableYou 3-tined piker! You make rampikes of gills—Disassembler and de-scalator of flesh—Flake … Continue reading

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please call often

Press the play button above to watch my short film “it’s my birthday, too, yeah!” (1:10) Fugu-Flaker The days whir and zone by—fast as light—light / dark, light / dark, light / dark (so mournfully dark), light/ dark, light … … Continue reading

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