Monthly Archives: June 2025

grainy pilgrims carrying

Nothing Truly Connects We’re above an endless plateau of cirrus. Look at that wisp of crescent moon nailed to this impossibly saturated blue sky. The moon out at noon. Proof, and more proof, that I’m being watched. The wolf ponders … Continue reading

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stone inside you 

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week I was reminded of something Orwell wrote about fascism in 1936: “If you pretend that it is merely an aberration which will presently pass off of its own accord, you are dreaming a dream … Continue reading

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i piston thumbed

One Afternoon (redux) (over tea) … and over textsitting two feet away from each other… she says:Why don’t you drink the rest of this? i sez:if u didn’t want it why did u make it?if u don’t drink ur tea … Continue reading

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burning lamb wafting

Idle Class Chatter (redux) “Just carry a glass or something.” “I’ve heard the most intriguing things about you.” (light classical tune is playing) “Really?” “Will no one hold you accountable?” “Me? Never. You?” “I don’t know. But I feel like … Continue reading

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the cuckoo’s call

I Heard (redux) I heard a Colombian river was full of cocaine hippos. I heard we’ve passed 7 of the 9 thresholds that make earth habitable for human life. I heard hard times are coming. I heard we can lose … Continue reading

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one endless upbraiding

unlocking the vault— where i dont upbraid myself continuously—where john currin paintings dont come to life—where id like to be in some remote place like yellowknife—but as the earth is burning there—and there remains no place to go—that isnt burning—and … Continue reading

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in my neighborhood pt. 96

What I’m Reading: The official theme of this poem is / The official theme of all my poems which is / You get in love and then you die! — Hera Lindsey Bird / Juvenilia

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cook up revenge

Poor Clockface Bradbury (redux) Bradbury said he didn’t need an alarm clock. I saw the phrase in passing without its context, so I’m left with this vision of a man machine with a clock face for a visage. A veritable … Continue reading

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keepsakes of dust

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week I don’t think I have much time left, so I’m going to say what I want to say. Even if nobody’s listening, it won’t bother me any. I just want to say what comes … Continue reading

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