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Tag Archives: Collage
ain’t got friends
coda: blindness (ise got 4) i. ise got a seven layer lenticular cloudbillowing in my skullat 8:55 amas snow slushesto puddle-pishin late januarygray ise got a bookise hatingthat i keep ploddingthrough / blindto choice / to stopping /88% of the … Continue reading
inability to adapt
The Best Stuff I Read This Week “I’m not into resolutions—though I understand why people like them. Every revolution of a circle brings with it something like another chance to step into our own stories differently. It’s also true every … Continue reading
exactly eggs-actley
cut-up 01062024 Me, ya’ sure.fade into man and woman, see the words into headsWhere violet leaves ain’twhere next, you know, mouth without teeth nightmare? You hate a lot of it TALLdegenerate and faithless City is a dog, prison is a … Continue reading
minute of elation
Seafood City, Very Pretty Fade In. The violet sky suffused with a borealis green at the horizon line, and where a dark lake should be I find instead a crumpled piece of black construction paper. But how did they get … Continue reading
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tiny sense (erasures)
What I’m Reading: “Today I decide to die and don’t because of the dog’s heft at the end of the bed … I envy the dead their past-tense bodies.” — Erin Marie Lynch / “FIGURE [?]” / Removal Acts
away the nightmare
What I’m Reading: “God is not dead. God has forgotten. God has dementia.” — Georgi Gospodinov / Time Shelter
replaced my otherness
hanoi bell (blackout poem) when i was 8 they came from hanoi,in the sweltering heat, women delivering babies into the night.my mom smiled and said, “the narrow hanoi streets can’tpronounce ‘hello’ and neon lights laugh at the tiny girl alone … Continue reading
wink / hidden message
Trying to Decipher The Town of My Birth Sinvergüenza : ScoundrelInfundia : InfusedAborrecido : AbhorredVentura : FortuneAbatido : DespondentAnhelar : To Yearn ForSollozaba : SobbedDeleite : DelightDecreto : DecreeRecoveco : NookRechazado : RejectedGuiño : Wink / Hidden MessageEstan Agotadas Las … Continue reading
the fairies hide
The Best Stuff I Read This Week “now the parts in our hair and our soles wither and the fairies lie half-charred at the stake” — Hans Arp / “The Swallow’s Testicle” “According to Albrecht, those suffering solastalgia feel a … Continue reading
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Tagged Books, Chance Operations, Collage, Creative Writing, Dream Notation, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Haiku, Microfiction, Nonfiction, Paranoiac-Critical, Photography, Poetry, Prose Poetry, Quotes, Tanka, Writing
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in this (my) neighborhood pt. 50
What I’m Reading: “… My eye driftsto the buff belly of a hawk wheeling,as they do, in a late fall light that meltsagainst the turning oak and smeltsits leaves bronze.” — Donika Kelly / “I love you. I miss you.Please … Continue reading
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Tagged Chance Operations, Collage, Creative Writing, Dream Notation, Fiction, Haiku, Microfiction, Nonfiction, Paranoiac-Critical, Photography, Poetry, Prose Poetry, Quotes, Writing
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