Monthly Archives: May 2023

ripple of extinction

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “I stole the yellow birdThat lives in the devil’s sexHe will teach me how to seduce” — Joyce Mansour / “I stole the yellow bird …” “on Sunday after church I took a … Continue reading

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make lemonade tomorrow

delusion lemonade (tanka) another year deadanother dread come to passanother dashed hopeas you drift to sleep you wretch— make lemonade tomorrow What I’m Reading: “But those were good days … and now like everything else, the cigarettes and the wine … Continue reading

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of artisanal lies

Obstructions Compel Abstractions Strangely situated in plaid—both real and unreal—the quip ornithologist unfolds clothes (sometimes) and seems like an exile in detriment or, perhaps, emotional involvement in obstructions that compel abstractions. The calumnies. The culminating fraternity. The serenity, unpredictability, humor, … Continue reading

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in my neighborhood pt. 29

What I’m Reading: “I have the habit of negative thinking which greatly troubles my writing. As a response to the anxiety caused by my negative thinking I soothe myself through distraction so I also have the habit of enjoying myself … Continue reading

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on hamster wheels

plastic interiors (tanka) d.i.y. unitspitter patter and twittervariable speedswe move but we do not walkon hamster wheels for humans What I’m Reading: “Outside, even the sun-god, dressed in this lifeas a lizard, abruptly riseson stiff legs and descends blasé toward … Continue reading

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joy in creation

in my neighborhood pt. 28 What I’m Reading: “If I feel helpless living a baffling existence on an unfathomable planet in an indifferent universe, my being cries out for redemption, for purpose, for hope, but climate change just compounds the … Continue reading

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into the stream

Heraclitaurelianism (redux) We streamed into the streamThe water we stood inWe stood inOnly onceWe eventually returned to whereWe came fromA desolate windy placeWe began to melt awayWe were consignedI was not sorryWe had beenIn time we’ll be againOr we won’t … Continue reading

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brain to sickness

The Best Stuff I Read This “[In this space,] a small fountain ofConcrete. Permanent seasonalArrangement disorder.” — Thea Brown / “The Gardener” “Some people have asked if I’m on a quest to figure out what to do with my life, … Continue reading

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rubs the promenade

the final finch x. is a naturist who’s grown disenchantedwith her fellow ornithologists — she’s on the fringe —she loves a rouge finch a house finchwith a particularly ruddy head her disability —she rubs the promenade of her femurs her … Continue reading

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wonder and irony

Tangled in Fuzzbox Squall A dendrite explodes into tufted blue chenille.I’ve lost touch with the spirit world.A hip-critic stands, head enveloped within the upper blue-puff downy mildew.The view tangled in fuzzbox squall mirrored in the underside of a limitless panorama … Continue reading

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