Tag Archives: Dada

who says it’s

who? who?who’s says it’s hot?who? What I’m Reading: “The world is neon in the gloaming quiet.” — Peter Gizzi / “Song”

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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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of a post

going to florida i didnt stop thinkingi just stopped writing for the daybefore my mind caught windof my lack of a post so i went to florida—or i planned on goingto florida— and all i got were these . . … Continue reading

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the wah wah

pure happenstance tanka pound hippo tamerbizarre verbal tapestryfuzzbox high steppershe stomps the wah wah pedalat the event horizon What I’m Reading: “I smell something soupish, sour and dank and it’sfilled with weeds like roughcat tongues…” — Diane Seuss / “backyard … Continue reading

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rhyme schemes rhizome

She is Splooting on the Sward (When Shooting Won’t Do) One strong throat emerges to tell the straitjacket-story of a gifted and complicated mandible: Her despots are both deeper and weirder—splooting rib-deep on American fangs. Her handguns—blue steel euphonies—flexible, transcend … Continue reading

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cuban missile synapses

Five Gripe Rant Fu Helicopter-Nixon peace signs Semaphore breeze hurricane warnings Tinnitus tone trance dances Loudmouth Cuban missile synapses Frozen cow’s heart aura cleanses What I’m Reading: “I was a flurry of atoms.I was a disassembled spark.I desired impression.” — … Continue reading

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cracked a book

Wormy Apple (haiku) I once cracked a bookOpen to dayglo nightmares—A wormy apple. What I’m Reading: “Stories don’t care how we tell them. Stories take any shape they want. Not all stories happen with a beginning, a middle, and an … Continue reading

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shapes are terrifying

Family Pix (haiku) Shoehorned between them—the conduit for heat and hate—this portrait’s a lie. What I’m Reading: “Today the cloud shapes are terrifying, and I keep expecting some enormous black-and-white B-movie Cyclops to appear at the edge of the horizon…” … Continue reading

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