Tag Archives: Dream Notation

damaged by change

To Snare A Ghost (redux) (a blackout poem) Final List Electric bedroomNew witchAdd wall next to trackWedge or arcChange entry Too damaged byChangeWe want to keep them at 8 foot heightCloseMetal doorsNo change to living hard painChange vanityApart (we may … Continue reading

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ash for you

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week There is a fine line between losing yourself and finding your deepest truths. Sometimes there is no line at all. — Laura Killingbreck / “Into the Wind” / Bicycling The frequency with which bicyclists … Continue reading

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wisp of menace

agitator cola i love me an agitator cola—drank many thru the years—during the revolutions and convolutions of martial law and coups—upon the ferment fringes, the ferry boat frivolities, and mere highlighter battles with the brittle page—a brush with agent coils … Continue reading

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into the murk

Charles River Murk He composed a text to her, intending to say: “I’m going to be a strong arm robber,” but the auto correct produced: “I want to be s thong arm tobber.” She responded: “U mean a strong arm … Continue reading

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never look back

[straitjacket lies . . . ] the straitjacket lies we tell: undesirable midriff chicken thievesthe long hock of american fripperygentlemen strategists and exponents of farewells to rooks and frontispiecesfilaments upon the dockyards of miraclesan inexorable western expansionemployed by eugenecists of … Continue reading

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a juvenile melophile

comfortable blandishments haiku a murmurationa juvenile melophilea twisted headpiece What I’m Reading: I always wanted to defend outposts others have already abandoned. — Werner Herzog / Every Man for Himself and God Against All

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the devil’s williwaw

10 Texture Related Moments in a Frou Frou Life 1. Wispy smoke tree fingers dying / story of Jesse. 2. Dry spotted witch alder leaves on my hand / apparitions in black. 3. Cold rasping breeze / the devil’s williwaw. … Continue reading

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in this (my) neighborhood pt. 59

What I’m Reading: Cycling was a way of staying in motion and coming home to myself. When nothing else made sense, I could go—dissolving into breath and sky—and let the wind rearrange me. — Laura Killingbreck / “Into the Wind” … Continue reading

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woman among men

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week . . . “Dogs become dogs again and snap at your raincoat; potholes become personal.” It might also be said that a city becomes extra-cityish, more seething and carnivalesque, from the vantage point of … Continue reading

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in this (my) neighborhood pt. 58

What I’m Reading: A cycling life begins in a blaze of glory. For hours or days or weeks, you still don’t know how to ride a bicycle. You wobble and lurch and wipe out, locked in a pitiful struggle with … Continue reading

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