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About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....

again it’s early

in my neighborhood pt. 16 It’s early in the morning…The distributive functionOf any transitive propertyIs essentially non binding…Again, it’s early in the morn. What I’m Reading: “maybe i should’ve memorized memory” — Bernadette Mayer / “Unconditional Death Is a Good … Continue reading

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going to procrastinate

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “this will be a little test to see if expressive(?) writing is a cure for the malaise of the coronavirus. well it doesn’t cure the pain in my left knee…” — Bernadette Mayer … Continue reading

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red tattered cloth

cinders tanka four or five bricks heapedthe remnants of your burnt heartha red tattered cloththe cold cinders of your lifemonticules wind-blown away What I’m Reading: “i dreamt i was a pinnacle of coral.” — Bernadette Mayer / “Unconditional Death Is … Continue reading

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10 yes men

Found Email Praise Anagram at N+7 Hi all! I bought a second-in-command subsystem to all of BLO’s upcoming periodicals, but it turns out I will mistress the fissure one next Sunday because of a conflicting triumph to DC. Rather than … Continue reading

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it promised nothing

Semelparous “… no matter how often others breed, you’re not even semelparous—you’ve never been a breeder, and you’ll never be …” She opened 137 emails and they all read the same: Dear Residents, One of our neighbor’s is missing her … Continue reading

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lost time incarnate

Missing Tanka Dreamt of my fatherLast night—lost—time incarnate A winding riverA hidden oxbow downstreamHe went missing round the bend What I’m Reading: “The trees are half air. They fissure the sky; you / could count the leaves, pare / time…” … Continue reading

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misidentified as another

concern 124 (v.2) your officeis blood office my name is 78theres too much pressure last week was as datedas the previous weeki added a letteri added an addled letter i couldnt use greekcause the hurricanesr using the alphabetagain must i … Continue reading

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straddle two centuries

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “In this time of book banning and mistrust of truth, I find writing poetry a most subversive act.” — Sandra Cisneros / Lit Hub’s “The Craft of Writing” “… I straddle two centuries … Continue reading

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the autumn winds

in my neighborhood pt. 16 What I’m Reading: “The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds. It was a small part of the pantomime.” — Wallace Stevens / “Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird”

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the autumn tree

in my neighborhood pt. 15 What I’m Reading: “Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;Lengthen night and shorten day;Every leaf speaks bliss to meFluttering from the autumn tree.” — Emily Brontë / “Fall, leaves, fall”

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