Monthly Archives: July 2023

feel eat wonder

wonder (found & reassembled neon ekphrasis) wonder how it feels to dance / touchflirt with the muse? steal the smoke of flashneon / touch touch each other / communicateuse wonder — FEEL eat wonder — relax / singplease ask / … Continue reading

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life + death

upon a human effigy jar (haiku) human effigybare maize cob—bones without fleshjar of life + death What I’m Reading: “Indigenous thinkers not only acknowledge contingency and humans’ lack of control in the world; they also see it as empowering and … Continue reading

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ride it out

Sometimes Unfinished Music (redux) Sometimes I am asked to clarify my positionandI say I’m equidistant to roil and root. Sometimes I am asked to qualify what I meanandI say this hand is love and this hand is hate. Sometimes I … Continue reading

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this pain early

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “Surrounded by people it is very easy to feel alone. Surrounded by penguins, less so.” — Nell Stevens / Bleaker House: Chasing My Novel to the End of the World “I felt this … Continue reading

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aqi hits 142

Medium-Density Amorphous (revised & redux) The longing for home—as lacerations scab & hematomas yellow at the peripheries. The new rain—a month’s worth in two hours / a year’s worth in a day. The geophony of home—how the wind howls at … Continue reading

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(this week) in this neighborhood pt. 38

What I’m Listening To: Le vélo vite réparé (Tour de France, Tour de France) Le peloton est regroupé (Tour de France, Tour de France) — Kraftwerk / “Tour de France”

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an ill wind

flood (haiku) caught in an ill windgazing at the dark ceilingwaiting for the flood What I’m Reading: “These hours named sleep, this necessary dark territory we enter alone, is a more startling spell than I can describe.” — Ben Shattuck … Continue reading

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hot hill kills

the last (haiku) fridge cool the morningsfurnace in the afternoonsthe last hot hill … kills! What I’m Reading: “I survived Canajoharie climb …” — T-Shirt on CETC Tour

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bore a hole

Flare (The Flat Tire Tanka) Pain can be tiring Heat is excruciating The sun was a flare That bore a hole in our backs We peddled like hollow men What I’m Reading: “FR:Cycle the Erie Canal Tour: Severe weather is … Continue reading

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will bike less

would rather (the tired tanka) biked sixty-five miles beside the erie canal would rather bike less tomorrow i will bike less a mere fifty-five! What I’m Reading: Why kid you—I’m too tired to read. — me

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