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(continued from 11/25/19) 31 pieces of the auto-sedition quilt (xxvi – xxvii)   On the last day of the month, on the news: Miners discover a baby 700 feet below ground with a Sun Ra tattoo on its back.  No … Continue reading →

(continued from 11/24/19) 31 pieces of the auto-sedition quilt (xxii — xxv) Cool handbills posted in Maria’s neighborhood say:  Every first Thursday Jesus Drinks Free: free Soul, R n B, Country, and Gospel starting at 8pm at the Jeannie Johnson … Continue reading →

(continued from 11/23/19) 31 pieces of the auto-sedition quilt (xvii — xxi) On 19 January 2020 Maria wrote in her journal: It’s been six days since I fell through the crack.  I’m spiraling down depression way again.  The crack has … Continue reading →

(continued from 11/22/19) 31 pieces of the auto-sedition quilt (xiii — xvi) “I’m from the northern part of the state, and we don’t see this kind of nonsense up there.  It’s just not done this way where I’m from.”  Milton … Continue reading →

(continued from 11/21/19) 31 pieces of the auto-sedition quilt (ix — xii) On day three of the new year Maria found herself near Holguin, Cuba.  The campesinos in the fields seemed appropriate for the campestral scene she was painting, but the … Continue reading →

(continued from 11/20/19) 31 pieces of the auto-sedition quilt (v – viii) On the last day of 2019 he told me: “It was sometime in October of 1940, when Mom was a five-month-old fetus, that she developed the egg that … Continue reading →

31 pieces of the auto-sedition quilt (i – iv) These were the first words Garcilazo spoke when Maria finished drilling the hole in his head:  This is plundergraphia.  This is Flarf.  This is Newlipo.  This borders on Google-sculpting.  Remove me … Continue reading →

sometimes little bull fights: I recently received this transmission via email.  I don’t know who sent it.  It came from The Ether Foundation.  And while I’ve never heard of the foundation or know of anyone who knows said foundation, the e-missive … Continue reading →

hit the mute button i need to say something: I couldn’t play the guitar.  And I didn’t want to go about looking for drumsticks, and plastic tubs to overturn to drum.  I didn’t have enough of my own poetry to … Continue reading →