made and not

the odds

the mathematical odds of being struck
by a meteor while you mind your own business

the odds of a flying fish slapping you
in the face while deep sea fishing

the chances of a teacher killing
a creative spark within you

the certainty a parent will mindlessly
treat you the way their parents treated them

the struggle to chart your own course
in order to avoid the mined waters

the entropy
the will

the choices
the chances

made
and not

What I’m Reading:

“Is it possible I could go mad and do something horrendous?

I’ve gone very mad before.”

— Rae Rose / “Am I Going to Kill My Daughter”

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the gap’s gap

ouroboros (tanka)

a gap in the node
then a node in the gap’s gap
then cycle again
the beginning is the end
the end is the beginning

What I’m Reading:

“My fallopian arms have lost
the power to draw miracles from her fingers
at her own volition. Our eggs are drying up.”

— Julene Waffle / “Without Consent”

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(back) in my neighborhood pt. 27

What I’m Reading:

“I walk in order to somatically medicate myself against the psychosis of contemporary urban living.”

— Will Self / The New York Times

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join the circus

The Best Stuff I Read This Week

“The most important thing we learn at school is the fact that the most important things can’t be learned at school.”

— Haruki Murakami / What I Talk About When I Talk About Running


“Someone forgot to whisper your death to the bees
And so all the bees have left
And the fruit trees have died.”

— Ansel Elkins / “Someone Forgot to Whisper Your Death to the Bees”


“You’re stepping on your father, my mother said,
and indeed I was standing exactly in the center
of a bed of grass, mown so neatly it could have been
my father’s grave, although there was no stone saying so.”

— Louise Glück / “Aborigonal Landscape”


“This raises the inevitable question: What’s your policy
on fog? When it gets in bed with you, who’s on top?
Dances with you, who leads?”

— Bob Hicok / “Elements”


“If you touch it between the legs,
the splendid body will quicken
like bubbles in a just-on teakettle.”

— Rebecca Lindenberg / “The Splendid Body”


“… AS YOU STAND THERE AND GRILL HALAL

NOT JUST A REFUGEE WITH A BIG BEARD AND TRACKSUIT

NOW A DRAGONFLY LANDS ON YOUR ARM”

— Yahya Hassan / “Ramadan”


“Wonder is where it starts, and though wonder is also where it ends, this is no futile path.”

— Herman Hesse / Butterflies: Reflections, Tales, and Verse

What I’m Listening To:

“He grew up in a trailer, by the time he was nine
Rolled off to join the circus, telling fortunes on the side
Hail, hail, the Eyeball Kid”

— Tom Waits / “Eyeball Kid”

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jaw-dropping neighborly

lemmings sound (found tanka)

haircut locals fray,
cowlick, tangle, and split-end
at the seams that bind —
courtyard sector loggerheads
jaw-dropping neighborly love.

What I’m Reading:

“Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional.”

— Haruki Murakami / What I Talk About When I Talk About Running

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in (my) this neighborhood pt. 26

What I’m Reading:

“Four wheels swerve to avoid a sheer cliff, southbound on the 101.
The fat sun slides its yolk into the glass ocean. Slow down, see
an empty nest of woven round sticks in the praying tree.”

— Melinda Palacio / “The Praying Tree”

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last two months

Everything, Everything

Everything ran down,
Everything went off,
Everything derailed,

Everything—the last two months—

Everything must pass,

Everything, now,
Everything reset,
Everything anew,

Everything restarts.

What I’m Reading:

“We must live life forward and attempt to make sense of it backward. So we fail in both directions.”

— James Hannaham / Pilot Impostor

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nothing else possible

image: from clavis artis / 1738 / in public domain

after the storm

animals were rescued
three weeks later

desperate townspeople
ate them

container ships lost
across the hemisphere

forlorn people victims
of hunger

nothing else
possible

no
one

redeemed

image: the effects of chloroform on the human body / richard tennant / 1912 / in public domain

What I’m Reading:

“We are expecting in the coming two years to have a serious increase in the global temperatures.”

— Wilfran Moufouma Okia / U.N. World Meteorological Organization

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dip a toe

dare (haiku)

dare to dip a toe
into your unconscious mind
it may free your ass

What I’m Reading:

“Do not distract it from its purpose,
which is to feel everything it can find.”

— Rebecca Lindenberg / “The Splendid Body”

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call their dead

The Best Stuff I Read This Week

“To be an oppressor is dehumanizing and anti-human in nature, as it is to be a victim.”

— bell hooks / Ain’t I a Woman?


“Some humans say trees are not sentient beings,
But they do not understand poetry—“

— Joy Harjo / “Speaking Tree”


“To me feminism is not simply a struggle to end male chauvinism or a movement to ensure that women will have equal rights with men; it is a commitment to eradicating the ideology of domination that permeates Western culture on various levels—sex, race, and class, to name a few—and a commitment to reorganizing U.S. society so that the self-development of people can take precedence over imperialism, economic expansion, and material desires.”

— bell hooks / Ain’t I a Woman?


“In Japan, there is a white phone
Booth overlooking the sea &
Inside is an old black rotary phone
Not hooked up to anything.
People go there & call their dead.
There is always a line to get in.”

— Sylvie Baumgartel / “Saving”


“No matter how much I write, though, I never reach a conclusion. And no matter how much I rewrite, I never reach the destination.”

— Haruki Murakami / What I Talk About When I Talk About Running


“But what I am left with is the wish
that inside is a piece of the creator
who will weave me a great dream catcher
to snare the nightmares this world is braiding.”

— Julene Waffle / “Without Consent”


“For how does one overthrow, change or even challenge a system that you have been taught to admire, to love, to believe in?”

— bell hooks / Ain’t I a Woman?

What I’m Listening To:

“I fray like worn-out threads
The more I fret, the less I mend
I’ve lost faith in everything
Everything, everything”

— Bob Mould / “Lost Faith”

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