Tag Archives: Creative Writing

now you don’t

Identity Reconstruction Tanka Now you see me, nowyou don’t. I’m lost to myself.Even I can’t seeme. These are the places Ilived. This is the art I made. What I’m Reading: “Artists manifested themselves in art, not the world, so humans … Continue reading

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while oceans acidify

planet b tanka ain’t no planet bwe made planet a real sickwildfires spewingfire tornadoes miles highwhile oceans acidify What I’m Reading: “A writer doesn’t owe a reader hope—the only obligation is honesty . . . “ — Bill McKibben / … Continue reading

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round dandelion free

Prune Haiku Prune my apple tree—Possum-tailed blind, hedgehog round,Dandelion free. What I’m Reading: “First day of war.Rockets, not birds, whizzed by the window inthe morning.” — Ludmila Khersonsky / “First Day of War”

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tied up waiting

tuesday thursday plastic shovel in handshots whizz by my headit’s hard to breathe and run this fast i strike a saintly posei’m a pin cushion i’m a pineapplei’m a porcupine undone arrows are an occupational hazardtied up waiting for the … Continue reading

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was a way

minutes pass / there are two left (redux) i.los minutos pasanquedan dos and then there was a multifoliatea multiplicity, a multivariate, a multiplication that startedwith two but here in this space, in thisvoid there is only one only one that … Continue reading

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i eye

aye i stye eye What I’m Reading: “Fame is a bucket of eyes.” — Victoria Chang / “Late Wonders”

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holy pockets full

The Visit Darkness envelops the visitfrom my dead father. He says psychicautomatism betrayed him—the paranoiaccritical debased him. We count the shadows of ghosts untetheredfrom the sheets over their heads—one forgot to cut the eyeholes out—a blind ghost singing off-keyfrom a … Continue reading

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married a sturgeon

Tantara Vibrissa (flarfish #50) Fanfare / stiff hairsthis is my answer—dog whiskers!& where to find beers? I was once in Baku—found it familiar—sat down on Mount Bazardüzü,& heard the plash of the Caspian Sea. I married a sturgeon.Now I’m knee-deep … Continue reading

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the hot edge

sadness and fury sadness and furyand also, remarkably, hopebut it fadesoh it fadesin the hazeat the hot edgeof 1000 ppm20 feet of water comingbest learn to swimbest learn to rowbest to prepyr rocketto nowheresnow What I’m listening to: “So this … Continue reading

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under the influence

Exophony Under the influence of another tongueUnder the influence of a glass in shardsUnder the influence of a perpetual pandemicUnder the influence of a second boosterUnder the influence of crass appealUnder the influence of social regressionUnder the influence of climate … Continue reading

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