Tag Archives: Cut-Up Writing

sleep ive seen everything now footprint lattice fading fastshrapnel scraping clouds of gas and dustmoving luminous and warm gird yourself for ultimatumsapostles of the railroad flats never seen anything like itclose yer eyessleep go to sleep What I’m Reading: “The … Continue reading →

Sense / Relatives Then there was my uncle Mao. His own generational AI—his Little Red Bookworm in the rainstorm and no one left wanting his worn pouffy sieges. But that’s exactly what my underage blackguard aunt wore on her spectacles … Continue reading →

we descend we descenddelighted anthropogenic wodgeand splashdown toxins plagues and extinctionsexterminations our fatherrender us rudderless we are late for our lesson What I’m Reading: “We didn’t want to be comfortable. We didn’t feel comfortable. We felt uneasy with the society … Continue reading →

Earplug Space She made an unusual, exciting discovery—rosary narrations with warbling wooers at the center of earplug spaces—messages in the marmalades, esoteric concatenations, erotic liberations, scratched phonographs. Her observational arched eyebrow and nuanced approach to clam ranching led to further … Continue reading →

slag crag hag crabber naked monarchist rattlesnakesometimes known as “the sapling purr” thermoregulator with bollard tendrilsnon-mammalian medallistin a certain bowler hat purveyor of ladyship pale sequenceskittle and skiffle raverimpressive cannibalslag What I’m Reading: “How do you know you’re alive? What … Continue reading →

misdemeanors and woodpiles look in the mirrormisdemeanors and woodpilesperfect enema-rickshawbeginner landslideson and off at the most inopportunehot chomp braglone cocoa beat transcendencea bunker of rogue startlesmild clairvoyance and approbationa vignette sorbeta rim idiom i was an egotist in a spangled … Continue reading →

One Afternoon (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 u can’t … Continue reading →

Kankakee, 2016 Then there was Kankakee—that year of enervating visions—and the posse of teenage courtiers whose dizzying luck was doomed by a pair of “ragged claws.” Fragile, as the wounded world, and openly melancholic. Yes, we had cinematic aspirations but … Continue reading →

Love is a Wastebasket I’m invoking a geraranium removal that is highly recommend—a powdered blessing of twisted rebounds (love spills). These thrills cleave and clang my heart. No detractor can spill my torch. Love is a wastebasket when finished using. … Continue reading →