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shrapnel into rain

The Best Stuff I Read This Week California banned slavery in 1849. California law allowedNative people to be enslaved in 1910. — Allison Adelle Hedge Coke / Look at This Blue . . . I have been haunted by the … Continue reading

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tongue that withers

native tongue haiku a tongue that withers—my native tongue sent packing—hegemonic curse. What I’m Reading: the walls of my voice, pronounce meAshamedso I bury my native tonguebeneath a borrowed one — Kathy Jetn̄il-Kijiner / “On the Couch with Būbū Neien” … Continue reading

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sieves for dinner

a stipulation of daffodil testaments the two avant-gardesgardens of impassioned afterimagestwo claps for toe taps and mushroom capsi propose sieves for dinneri propose we clamber on gravestonesthere are captious eucalyptus there rescindingnext year’s ready to wear linei’ve seen the theoretical … Continue reading

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i’m feeling now

Spastic and Ekphrastic (redux) Blindly devote yourself to formulary Z-074. Make triplicate copies send one to me, one to Human Resources, and one to the Department of Repressive Operations. Sing, glory be! Gloriole and halo benders and everything is ordinary … Continue reading

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smoke is thicker

forest fire tanka magical thinking—the vegetation is thickthe smoke is thickerheat appears like a cougarthere is no air—no escape What I’m Reading: Like a blind dolphin, the night of the new moon silently drew near. — Haruki Murakami / The … Continue reading

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something spectacular now

Phosphene Dream (redux) He produced phosphenes that smelled of mandarin oranges — a strange synesthetic effect that followed the orange-rimmed yellow spots that exploded in his closed-eye vision. He thought this was an improvement on the phosphenes of his youth … Continue reading

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in carjacked country

The Best Stuff I Read This Week Words float up the stairs like so many childhood letter magnets. Endgame, civilization, catastrophe, humanitarian. — Megan Hunter / The End We Start From Those who witness extreme social collapse at first hand … Continue reading

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stack of tsundoku

tsundoku haiku stack of tsundokutowers leaning out of timeso much potential What I’m Reading: Any chance they get, my dreams unfurl in their allotted small space. They are origami, they are Japanese pod hotels. They fit it all in. — … Continue reading

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your goalkeeper stilettos

Stay Home Tarnish your creativity. Spout rejoinders on repeat and impress your casual acquaintances during cocktail circles. Piddle about in aimless banter. Don’t glow, but please wear your goalkeeper stilettos and your mattock face. Speak in errant arpeggios—say much: mean … Continue reading

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fingernail has purchase

obscurantist and mud heart he presents alienation — charities, cleavages, chimeras and ramifications her winger where the finch was showered and dubbed in the larch that cannot be read today they receive a seminal matchbox in aubergine and reveries his … Continue reading

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