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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....

is this on?

Mainlining Extinction (redux) An overheated tragedy unspoolingin a slow motion, so obscene—so perverse—in its deathly insistence,and the players moving aboutas if in a deep pool of molasses.What gives? Why this suicidal main-lining extinction by heat, drought,famine, forced migration, acidification & … Continue reading

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in the void

Darklight Nightmare Flotilla face on the yardarm angles me grace in deliquescence. Crill face sanguinary acts without the bliss and bloom.  Wreck me a fantastic drool spanner in deep blue space. Deep sea snow is dying whales and jellies as … Continue reading

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got shaking balconies

nor’easter apocalypse blues (tanka +) we’ve got thunder snowwe’ve got bombogenesiswe’ve got sideways snowwe’ve got blizzard conditionswe’ve got shaking balconies we’ve got 70-mile gusts‘ got 2 feet of snow forecast‘ icebergs in plymouth harbor . . . (we’ve got 18 … Continue reading

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dagger be good

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week How could I forgive myself if I left you alone in the crowd. The sky rains downiron and the earth’s an old carpet getting shaken out. From the crowd, thehospital is far, the sky … Continue reading

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empty banner eyes 

dystopiaville tanka dear leader unfurleda dystopian visionempty banner eyesswinging in the heartache windthis colorless cold drab day What I’m Reading: Life begins in darkness, where it belongs. There is only darkness, the natural state of all that is, so why … Continue reading

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saggy orange kumquat

f*** ur tariffs! I live anachronistically. I be free in that manner. I like to write ungrammatically / seldom swing a red mark / because* I don’t prostate myself to red marks. I do not submit. I won’t entangle myself … Continue reading

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and that’s ok

pedal and pedal not much to sayon new bike dayi just pedal and pedal awaylike old poor yorick we’ll be some dayso for today and some day far awayi’ll just pedal and pedal awayand seize the day and that’s okay(bike … Continue reading

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for your misdeeds

Cold and Fog She made an unusual, exciting discovery—rosary narrations with warbling wooers at the center of earplug spaces—messages in the marmalades, esoteric concatenations, erotic liberations, scratched phonographs. Her observational arched eyebrow and nuanced approach to clam ranching led to … Continue reading

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sensed the trepanation

Disjecta, Kansas (redux) At 80 miles an hour, about two and a half hours east of Denver, she tore through the state line into Kanorado, Kansas and pumped the brakes upon sighting a half dozen state troopers lined up behind … Continue reading

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slot some money

chicken in a box i jump off the bed—cold granito floorjudders my core—legs & spine ablazelower braindoused in fire. i dread theconflagration in my headas i peck awayat my dreamslike one conditionedinside an arcade game box. slot a quarter in the box& … Continue reading

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