Tag Archives: Cut-Up Writing

Fou! (redux) His ambition drained in a scruffof the neck twista meager remembranceof his days spent in a robe His teeth chatteringhe’s on apprenticeshipas ornithologist and taxidermist Fou!says the Pastinserting its fingerin god knows what He slogs knee deepin hummingbird anglestenuous … Continue reading →

Burning Landscapes The shallow coast has migrated to higher elevationsWe live in the time of burning landscapesRainforests to savannas in two easy daysThe grand ice shelves in five easy piecesWe’re on finite time and nothing unspoolsLike priorities heavily influenced by … Continue reading →

Tell Don’t Show / That Thing (redux) i. The pith of the pang is what I pity. Nowhere is it written that this must be done, but I strive to do it nonetheless for fear of not doing it with … Continue reading →

One Afternoon (redux) (over tea) … and over textsitting two feet away from each other… she says:Why don’t you drink the rest of this? i sez:if u didn’t want it why did u make it?if u don’t drink ur tea … Continue reading →

Idle Class Chatter (redux) “Just carry a glass or something.” “I’ve heard the most intriguing things about you.” (light classical tune is playing) “Really?” “Will no one hold you accountable?” “Me? Never. You?” “I don’t know. But I feel like … Continue reading →

I Heard (redux) I heard a Colombian river was full of cocaine hippos. I heard we’ve passed 7 of the 9 thresholds that make earth habitable for human life. I heard hard times are coming. I heard we can lose … Continue reading →

unlocking the vault— where i dont upbraid myself continuously—where john currin paintings dont come to life—where id like to be in some remote place like yellowknife—but as the earth is burning there—and there remains no place to go—that isnt burning—and … Continue reading →