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Tag Archives: Creative Writing
straight-line gash
The Walkman Chronicle My father disappeared into the basement in search of the wine. Lois and I stood in the vestibule staring at each other. Silence. “Oh, darling, come here. I got some schmutz on your face,” Lois said. She … Continue reading
germ of everything
These Findings In the dust motes of the sea—In the rains of seeds—The germ of everything,A death blow averted. “When you paused for a poemit could reshape the dayyou had just been living.” — Naomi Shihab Nye / “Every day … Continue reading
hours of derision
the bully pulpit twaddle i am an american—the imprimatur of power, panache and a modicum of common sense —the mighty illegitimate master of meretriciousness—if i break ground here there is annunciation and caffeinenated twaddle—would you pass the elephantine hours of … Continue reading
riddles and baffles
Queen Travis Meets Whit Fictions Queen Travis declaims that feculence has nothing to do in this affair. She says: “I was bequeathed a third rate hand me down in consignment and inquisitiveness—a loan from dog. I’ve got the scrabble tiles … Continue reading
smog has cleared
Pandemic Haiku 3 (redux) Smog has cleared the skyThe crows are strangely quietThe cicadas mute “This is a standard complaint of the right: the real victim is the racist who has been called a racist, not the victim of his … Continue reading
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Tagged Creative Writing, Crows, Dream Notation, Haiku, Paranoiac-Critical, Poetry, Writing
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endless looping funhouse
Overheard After Obsequies Yes, I was lonely. But now I think things will improve… I woke up with eyes on my hands—double vision in continuous lap dissolve. I’m looking at the eyes on my hands as they look back at … Continue reading
down on us
Nation of Poor Examples Daughter of incestuous Union, impress your dominion over us—for we are a nation of poor examples—we breathe freedom reckless. Breathe your plague down on us. Insist: this is a declamation of god-given right. Stop. Ask. What … Continue reading
boxful-o-reverie
Muted Video Feed Fugue No need to look at me while I write, she thinks—and what’s this mass of entropy floating next to me? It seems most people go off-camera for the writing bits, then so shall I, she said … Continue reading
a kiss farewell
sunset (erasure poem #8821) “The days are loud and long, and on some exhausted evenings, the simple existence of others feels like an inconvenience. Strangers invade the monasteries of our minds.” — Kristen Radtke / Seek You
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you there, psychonaut
1.5 Degrees Celsius “Maria, chica, it’s not about the damned orange juice, it’s the principle of the thing,” Garcilazo says. “Maria, hey! Earth to Maria. Are you there, psychonaut? What are you doing?” Maria is rapt staring out the balcony … Continue reading