Tag Archives: Cut-Up Writing

but with heave

Workshopped Word I am an agglomeration of symptoms—purposefully askew and tinny.Closer to your interior benchmark—akin to brainy and quicksilver—but with HEAVE! Diffident ain’t the workshopped word you’d use,closer to big shrimp without the sea. I really don’t know what I’m … Continue reading

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patriarchy and cake

Poorhouse Vista Good Morning Resignation. Bub Linkman is a downer. We are not a good match. We are unable to scheme moves, sketch delphiniums, or libretto overtures. We are unable to accent our annoyances and poorhouse vistas. Please call me … Continue reading

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like a target

SoFla Hometown Blues Sometimes you feel like a targetSometimes the memories clamp like straight jacket confinesSometimes you have to visit familySometimes it feels like home againSometimes you’d rather be anywhere else in this bent and melting worldSometimes you have to … Continue reading

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werewolves and camellias

Dilatory Prelate The prelate drafts an encyclical announcing that the werewolves and camellias will be delivered on Friday to all diocese in the mountainous regions. It encourages all Englishmen and yogis to traipse about nude and re-stage the highlights of … Continue reading

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maybe the kids

Thee “New Florida’s Always Right!” (found haiku) Keep pets near. (So dear!)Do not feed alligators …Well … maybe the kids. What I’m Reading: “To me, the frontier is a tundra of intergenerational amnesia.” — Lisa Wells / Believers: Making a … Continue reading

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the tactless foot

State I’m In I took umbrage at the penumbra—The darkling darkening of my mood—Was it the partial eclipse of the moon?(Its waxing moony-moony face: jejune)Or was it a flaring sunspot’s craquelure of quietude? Or was it the plague?Or the fascist … Continue reading

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tchotchkes and such

Don’t The hibiscus were impartial but patricide was the topic of conversation, not the usual coacktail party banter. A dragonfly drained a pistil daiquiri, while a croo of white ibis pecked at some takeaway boxes, and Lagartija Ron watched silently … Continue reading

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i’ll help you

hold on i’ll help you—hold on—paradise is flailing—it’s too hot or too cold—too parched or waterlogged—the ice age is coming—the sun’s zooming in—the ice caps are melting—we’ve lost the sweet spot—418.90 ppm—1.2° C—meltdown expected—the wheat is growing thin—crises abound—keep hope … Continue reading

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the room full

What I’m Reading: “My kind of Sunday, your kneesbuffalo and kicking up plains.” — Arisa White / “Curious and Counting”

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the swish sultanas

Penumbra Heart You brought a felon backbone to the party. You panned the bouffant directory to the leftspeakers and no longer backclothed the swish sultanas. You are indecent with your handcart ducklings, dripping wet florins, and praise-wet stampedes—your sister-in-law dirging … Continue reading

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