Tag Archives: Creative Writing

nothing but fog

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “The new ease of our lives sometimes feels like a betrayal of those who need it more, though I know that the guilt of privilege pays no debt.” — Melissa Febos / “Iowa … Continue reading

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we’ll float away

Endgame Countenance Tanka Two ice-adjutantsCount and wait for the melting—Then we’ll float away.The elision of reasonAs the desperation grows. What I’m Reading: “But beating back a pipeline is always a good day’s work.” — Bill McKibben / “Score it a … Continue reading

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the ostrich seeking

What I’m Reading: “We think of the key, each in his prisonThinking of the key, each confirms a prison” — T.S. Eliot / “The Wasteland”

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where you going

Trickle & Tone She said, I long to shapea moon from bone. I heard that before,somewhere—it resonated. A chordstruck—atonal& dissonant. A wound—a pickaxe stymie,a hurricane holein homogeneity.Monosyllabictrickle & tone. Whereyou going—whereyou been? I’ll find a planetariumto bathe in—nothing moreto say. … Continue reading

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author of sharps

Breaktime Time off from his seedling firebomb.A ferment.A long liquidizer, he calls it. He’s the provostof powerful concussives. Cursive clashsend-off specialist for hire. Spontaneous handicrafter and score-keeper.Author of sharps embedded in walls. The outsider poet of archangeldynamic plosives. Send youon … Continue reading

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strainers and yachts

the fishmonger’s three wedges — good judgement of strainers and yachts— moonbeams that boast mainframe intelligence— peg leg dossers named skeet What I’m Reading: “Never mind what it means. Get it down. Get it written. Perhaps you do not know … Continue reading

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smelled of lithium

Slightly Dirty (redux) His fragrance remained in the room when he left, and she picked up notes of Ambien and gin. He turned into a dragon and blew smoke up his own ass: in this manner he floated away on … Continue reading

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shoplift a thong

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “The soul of our politics is the commitment to ending domination.” — bell hooks / Feminism Is for Everybody: Passionate Politics “Crows, crows, crows, crowsthen the slow flapaway over the hilland the dead … Continue reading

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wing by haunch

Nothing Truly Connects We’re above an endless plateau of cirrus. Look at that wisp of crescent moon nailed to this impossibly saturated blue sky. The moon out at noon. Proof, and more proof, that I’m being watched. The wolf ponders … Continue reading

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we’ll skip it

The Chromosome Counter Once again he applies murderous fillings to his ding-dongs as his antagonists in an old feud fail and fall—one after the next. Life is gentle waxing suspense to him, but ultimately an infusion of toasted morning treats … Continue reading

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