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Monthly Archives: July 2022
a snare drum
The Best Stuff I Read This Week “Astronaut-Bouncinglooks jive-phony, unless,of course, you think of the moonas a snare drum” — Thomas Sayers Ellis / “Polo Goes to the Moon” “We as a nation must undergo a radical revolution of values. … Continue reading
my cleavage looked
The Physiotherapist Below (Found Note thru N+7 Generator) The young woodlouses were thrilled today with all their new apparel. My cleavage looked like a deprivation straddle. I had to bring everything in today because my apostrophe echoed the famous factotum … Continue reading
think feel love
We Fester I. Suppurating wounds sproutLike wildflowers. We persist—Purposefully ignorant, inured,Anesthetized, self-aggrandized.We, founders of wastelands—Never heeding a lesson, everUnappreciative, and mastersOf all we destroy. We fester. II. Think.Feel.Love.Change.Act. What I’m Reading: “If I act and work and write as though … Continue reading
no one called
Green Sky Tanka + Ukiah Derecho green sky—White Nationalists in town,No one wants them here,No one called them to BostonTo goose step the Freedom Trail. To the children of the Klan,Stay home with your shieldsAnd tend to your own gardens. … Continue reading
choose something else
Something Else Haiku I don’t want to beThe person who creates moreRancor in the world. I don’t want to beThe person who is alwaysRight and needs to win. I don’t want to beA force for inequity—A wellspring of hate. I … Continue reading
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tens of thousands
Warming Stripes This is a graphic representation of the changes in global temperature based on “tens of thousands” of measurements taken between 1850 and 2018 (left to right). Choices? What I’m Reading: “Geoengineering: The realistic assumption that it’d be easier … Continue reading
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love is love
congealed bacon i googled white nationalism—flashes of congealed bacon you play the tragic heroinetoothy femme fatale dont judge my paintinguntil i finish my ropa vieja dont cut your hairbefore tinting it blue i fix you a tongue on ryemy marbles … Continue reading
like to salute
the best stuff i read & listened to this week “A cow with a mouth at both endschews hell going and coming.” — Ai / “Guadalajara Cemetery” “Organic Chemistry: A means by which to make undergraduates cry using only carbon … Continue reading
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in my neighborhood pt. 13
What I’m Listening To: “Eating the world through the eyes of a fishI like salt, I like saltCoagulants, fritters, tubes, patties and linksIch bin enchilada, bye” — Brnda / “Year of the Hot Dog by Burger Gang”
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of your equanimity
Blood Moon Eclipticus Have you ever felt like a fatherless waifIn the presence of your father? Have you ever felt like a cornered catAs your mother hoversOver you in the blood-moon light? I dream of Saturn eating his children I … Continue reading
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