Monthly Archives: June 2024

peripatetic deep down

some miles on don’t know what i’m doingbut i do it just the same if i don’ti’ll never do it i’m fried and looking to restbut i’m peripatetic deep down i’ll put some miles oni’d like to bike 5,000 miles … Continue reading

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the great dying

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week Before I arrived to this city, I could feel the depression in my fingertips. It made my fingers tingle. Sadness is the most alive emotion. It gets into your nerves. Its pulses feel like … Continue reading

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shards and screeds

Stalagmite Letters (redux) We ran riot through the archives— Harpies, sharpies and scissorsObliterating collections into piles Of pages triangular—Shards and screeds. (Pursuit of knowledge agnostic) Accretions of stalagmite lettersMonticule in dead air We are the whips cometh—goo goo goojoob! What … Continue reading

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the other shore

Languor (redux) His word, his breath,Are merely synecdoche —Ephemeral. Nothing is true in the trueSense of the word. He drifts on the Lethe,Intoxicated by water that transforms —A trip into languor —And never sets foot on the other shore. What I’m … Continue reading

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sound and text

broken sprocket (ukiah) the quatrain alchemist squalls—sound and texts complete—cracks the whip alcoholic What I’m Reading: … I have been living in a sort of twilight for months, waiting for night to fall. — Franz Kafka / “The Rescue Will … Continue reading

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deathbed bikinis radiographs

desultory tanka (post-travel blues) contralto teamstersintermittent jackhammersconsular teapotsright-wing deathbed bikinisradiographs and lemons What I’m Reading: The problem with depression is that someone else made it, but that person never existed. — Victoria Chang / “Friendship, 1963”

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hot heavyweight tremolo

13 Ways of Looking at a Jabberwockbird (travel day redux) 1A hot wattle thing of the new wave—a heel trestle tactician of new sex. 2A treble tabernacle template … condolences! 3Heathen tree table temple—tinplated condom. 4The hot new textile and … Continue reading

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me on monday

monday / wednesday plastic shovel in handshots whizz by my headit’s hard to breathe and bike this fast i strike a saintly posei’m a pin cushion / i’m a pineapplei’m a porcupine undone arrows are an occupational hazardtied up waiting … Continue reading

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i already see

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week This year I turned my back to the world. I let language face / the front. The parting felt like a death. The first person ran / away like a horse. — Victoria Chang … Continue reading

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an angry fix

i saw i saw peahens doing peahen type things … foraging, say i saw the best mimes of my generation destroyed by words, speaking hysterical phonemes i saw trios of palms hovering over hobie beach looking for an angry fix, … Continue reading

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