Tag Archives: Dream Notation

with wounded nerves

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “Some people believe that if they were to join the climate movement now, they would be among the last. But that is very far from true. In fact, if you do decide to … Continue reading

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interstices interstices (redux)

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to the rhythm

Plashed (haiku) The petrichor bloomedRain plashed & drummed my dread headDrowned to the rhythm What I’m Reading: “This is the age of the great greenwashing machine.” — Greta Thunberg / The Climate Book

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staring mouths agape

Legend of Howling Man I forgot to tell you! The hairy (back hair) guy we saw the other day, on Perkins St., is howling man! I saw him yesterday, shirtless and in shorts again, in 36 degree weather during my … Continue reading

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a weird energy

7 Seconds So Salubrious 1. This writer’s weevils are roosting in the endive. 2. Debug your respirator if you have not. 3. Retrieve your half-brother & samovar from the half-note sanatorium. 4. The Englishman’s welt & the enema sampler will … Continue reading

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songs sung true

A Pall (haiku, tanka, ukiah) The snow falls like ashFrom a nuclear winter—Sorrow songs sung true. There are some good days,When voices of exile bray:The start is the end.The mournful rumble we hearWidens a crack in our souls. Our voices … Continue reading

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new post-apocalypse

She Can’t Remember A new year brings the promise of more longanimity and asceticism. Nothing is as safe she expects in the age of vulnerability and shame. She liked it more when every emotional situation didn’t need a “name” where … Continue reading

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can’t make sense

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “… racism is about power, and the solving of it relies in part on people being willing to give up power.” — Hanif Abdurraqib / A Little Devil in America “… noncooperation with … Continue reading

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the psychosis dry

Monocle Eye It’s a tinderbox of yield again.Please renew your bile personality,Your bigamist persecutions,Your bigwig persimmons. The anteroom persuasion femurIs $25.00 per grudge. Brass electrodes—$1.00.Truncheon—Free. Your felonies pass for antelope bile.Your peewits walk on our farewell drugs. I’m on a … Continue reading

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for sunhat provosts

The Loon Poet’s Hypophora Does anyone have ballroom gabardineto sell a gigolo? Are you upgrading your ballpointgab for sundial gadgets? Or looking for a private future? (I’m looking for sunhat provoststo enjoy the upcoming spring cleaning& the summons of the … Continue reading

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