Monthly Archives: November 2023

on a groove

scratch (haiku) ashtrays and shoehorns—a stylus skips on a groove—… hamburger lady … What I’m Reading: “From my bed, coverlet tucked  
under chin, I heard my father’s hand connect with my mother’s cheek.” — Sarah Audsley / “A Massive Aquarium Holding … Continue reading

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we fail ourselves

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “The greatest threat to our species lies within us.” — Blake Crouch / Upgrade “A winged bit of Indian skyStrayed hither from its home on high.” — Alexander Posey / “The Bluebird” “There … Continue reading

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tectonic plate subduction

dirt of the seven (haiku) continental drifttectonic plate subductionarchipelago What I’m Reading: “Never before had I seen Homo sapiens so clearly—a species, at its most fundamental level, of storytellers. Creatures who overlay story on everything, but especially their own lives, … Continue reading

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in this (my) neighborhood pt. 51

What I’m Reading: “How seldom nowadays a floating fleet of ships is, too few are tempests of blood,crosses, snakes & fishes; our end times reveal themselves as nuclear cataclysm, flood & drought, pandemic. Once a week you pull off your … Continue reading

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you’re the needle

groove (ukiah) you’re the needle in the grooveon the shaggs foot foot—meteors streak the dark sky What I’m Reading: “Our existence isn’t something to be engineered or optimized for the avoidance of pain. That’s what it is to be human—the … Continue reading

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do not reply

transcend your risk—no pain / only impact stop—disorientation / disconnect replicate instead—practice good / do not reply transcend What I’m Reading: “I hate them as I hate sex,the man’s mouthsealing my mouth, the man’sparalyzing body—“ — Louise Glück / “Mock … Continue reading

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fur your hilt

SNOOZE What if I show you what this mob made? She said: I was also an English-American malady. I’ll be doing airgun charades at the breakwater in a court of backwater sorbets. She said: You mean you recorded yourself talking? … Continue reading

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in a swirl

Animus My alms / my ownRecast myself as repast In a swirl of discordMy poisons / my own What I’m Reading: “The light is a grinder of knives jangling his bellsFor seven in the morning.” — Allen Grossman / “The … Continue reading

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the fairies hide

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “now the parts in our hair and our soles wither and the fairies lie half-charred at the stake” — Hans Arp / “The Swallow’s Testicle” “According to Albrecht, those suffering solastalgia feel a … Continue reading

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in this (my) neighborhood pt. 50

What I’m Reading: “… My eye driftsto the buff belly of a hawk wheeling,as they do, in a late fall light that meltsagainst the turning oak and smeltsits leaves bronze.” — Donika Kelly / “I love you. I miss you.Please … Continue reading

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