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outside inside no

Pinned (redux) Dig, Digby, dig. Digby stomps on his shadow in the schoolyard. He tries to blot it out because it won’t stop following him. Digby believes the shadow rains down the indignities he suffers, although he doesn’t put it … Continue reading

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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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