Tag Archives: Dream Notation

belches and squelches

First Casket, Secret Casket (Flim Review for a Non-Existent Flim) First Casket, Secret Casket is new film about a benighted romance between a Cuban-American sugar cane harvester and a seldom-acknowledged singer in a punk band. The former is a political … Continue reading

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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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nostrils for plague

Back Home Tanka Back from the sun’s glare—Fog obliterates the sky—It’s good to be home.The birds shroud their songs in gray—We swab our nostrils for plague. What I’m Reading: “Eat and write or die.” — Jim Harrison / The Search … Continue reading

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buzzards on parade

Buzzards on Parade (Redux) The twelfth day of the month was Copperhead Monday. Serpentine was the look we were going for. Beatific upper register notes is what Maria was reaching for: Ta da la ta da la dao, was what … Continue reading

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catastrophe is beautiful

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “What’s hard about art is getting any good—and then getting better. What’s hard is solving problems with infinite solutions and your finite brain.” — Elisa Gabbert / “Why Write?” “How do we go … 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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leave it twice

Waxen Wings Tanka Like the cormorant,Drying its wings in the sun,I am melting fast. Welcome to New Florida—‘State so Right(!)—you’ll leave it twice. What I’m Reading: “Useless! Useless! —heavy rain drivinginto the sea” — Jack Kerouac / “Useless! Useless!”

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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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