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flarfish 33: palindromic grimalkin serpentear The old snake-charmer, The iron queen, the river winds across a wide plain squiggles along your ear, staying in place by Having a barn cat will make your life on the farm much easier This … Continue reading →

flarfish 30: Orphic quiriquiqui gallo quiquiriqui, as the Spanish nursery- language calls him, has a lone collection of everybody’s essays in Europe expressed in that passage of monotheism, it became a secret of the priests; nevertheless, in the Orphic Hymn … Continue reading →

The Pivot Point I’m not really hungry just now… she wrote longhand, the first time in weeks, in her journal. And she thought that odd because she’d been ravenous all throughout her illness, and hadn’t written a thing, but now … Continue reading →

Pscittacisms Ambigram, anagram, Bring me sate Destitute, prostitute, Slap my bald pate. Epigraph, paragraph Please do as I bid Ostracism, psittacism Here I whither… Wanna’ cracker? “Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for yr own joy” — Jack Kerouac

138 Pieces I wrote this yesterday under the influence of twin tornadoes While hiding under the bed with my grandmother and dog I planned a funeral as mattresses, pans and medicines strafed the air I saw my brother’s arm impaled … Continue reading →

Inveigles Wind whistling insanities through the crack in the door. High pitched inveigles to step off the balcony 16 floors above his parents, lounging by the pool, and crushing them to tarnation. It looked easy a few moments ago, and … Continue reading →

Stop Thinking Right to Left Dear Jesse— You of the cryophilic heart… You fill me with inertia. Jesse, stop writing backwards! Stop thinking from right to left. You prepared the statues and raised the cupolas, and now the patina congeals … Continue reading →

Aeonian or Aeolian? She mistook her aeonian harp for her aeolian harp. She mistook her bemusement for amusement. Her confoundment for profoundment and her conclusion for inclusion. Nothing seemed to be what it needed to be and her mind kept … Continue reading →

Annus Mirabilis There are blocks everyday, people die everyday, there’s gothic organ music swelling and ebbing in the ether. There is someone muttering “bummer” nearby and the smell of acrid pot wafting in in a eddy of wind that is … Continue reading →

Charles River Murk He composed a text to her, intending to say: “I’m going to be a strong arm robber,” but the auto correct produced: “I want to be s throng arm robber.” She responded: “U mean a strong arm … Continue reading →