Tag Archives: Collage

updated residue dirge

Community Relations E-mail (n+7) Debauched Neighbor, If you have a new litany for the Residue Dirge or need to update your current litany, the discharge is Friday, February 11th. If you are currently listed and have no chants, you do … Continue reading

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a passing thought

Hooked Don’t roil the waterWait for the paint to drySssh! the children will hearWhat are you burningCommingling with the ashesof the dead?Surely you know the matter—Particulate—we breatheIs someone’s uncleOr sister floating in airAt 300 ppm RecyclingYou say biliousIn cross-bone stanceDead … Continue reading

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a soybean libertine

All This Planned Imagine a soybean model as one might see at a redeemer’s onstage rage steamroller. I think that was you trying to stay out of your own web. You reduced and hosted ragbag shows for fifteen yogis. Your … Continue reading

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showiness of ages

homebound habits air hot & full of rancor / can’t breathe / the bestial reliquary open on my chest / body full of foul humor / a plague doctor nowhere in sight / fallow fields & mud / so much … Continue reading

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in the shade

Octopus’s Garden Mimosa tree secularity hit me in the solar plexus. Ain’t no gods going around making mimosa trees and atomic bombs in the same breath. Time and space are like the lint balls I fish out of my belly … Continue reading

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her fink hairpiece

Soldering in Public Digression The other woodcutter was kinsman but indurated. Joe! his faction! is he sidecar?” The faction was gray and slack as dirty snowmen taking his armhole. “Thanks, buffer,” said the third mandible, in a private’s university, whose … Continue reading

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of the fiends

Maria’s Nightmare Erasures “The words are growing in the field, and they hover above the page. They’re like flowers, and I pick the ones I like. My eye is roaming all over, trying to make connections.” — Mary Ruefle / … Continue reading

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interstices interstices interstices

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don’t brown out

Your Head Can Be A Prison Don’t Overthink It and Don’t Brown Out “By the time we die, we know everything we need to know.” — Victoria Chang / Dear Memory

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you flay me

Ode to the Heat & the Hate of the Gorham Fish Fork, 1879 O O O O that Pincer-ean rag…O, you striker of fishImpaler of IchthysHypocrite Lecteur, Mon semblableYou 3-tined piker! You make rampikes of gills—Disassembler and de-scalator of flesh—Flake … Continue reading

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