Monthly Archives: June 2025

in dead air

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

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eff ew poets

erasure erasure What I’m Reading: … We’ve already sinned so much … — Anton Chekhov / The Cherry Orchard

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don’t feel normal

Ocean Sounds (redux) She spoke to her AI speaker, “Play ocean sounds.” The speaker responded and complied. She dreamt of a thin pixellated mist outside her window as the opening shot to her next film. She placed her hand on … Continue reading

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made our ablutions

The Pomp Today I broke my vow of silence when I broke the glass in case of emergency. I croaked in a muttering fashion most embarrassing, “Ra… rah… run. Run! There’s a moth infestation.” We had moths. We were underground … Continue reading

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macerate the pulp

What are Fish Gills to Fishers of Men? At a remove, in a gesture, a part of a thingRepresenting the whole. What are ambivalences of texts?Polyvalencies in readings? What flows from this desireTo macerate the pulp of lifeInto a sodden … Continue reading

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subconscious knows best

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week A word for fearof chatbots? Scriptechxia. Forthe breed of ennui that temptspoets to query them for language? — Jen DeGregorio / “No Isms Except Neologism” The planet Earth can’t afford it. — John Brunner / … Continue reading

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finger in god

Fou! (redux) His ambition drained in a scruffof the neck twista meager remembranceof his days spent in a robe His teeth chatteringhe’s on apprenticeshipas ornithologist and taxidermist Fou!says the Pastinserting its fingerin god knows what He slogs knee deepin hummingbird anglestenuous … Continue reading

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providing soft beds

Burning Landscapes The shallow coast has migrated to higher elevationsWe live in the time of burning landscapesRainforests to savannas in two easy daysThe grand ice shelves in five easy piecesWe’re on finite time and nothing unspoolsLike priorities heavily influenced by … Continue reading

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write this way

Tell Don’t Show / That Thing (redux) i. The pith of the pang is what I pity. Nowhere is it written that this must be done, but I strive to do it nonetheless for fear of not doing it with … Continue reading

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waste another year

How Soon We Forget Dance with the algorithm. Take the wheel straight into the bay. Stay just one second more and let me try to change your mind. That’s a great height to fall from the top of the bridge.  … Continue reading

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