Tag Archives: Fiction

in this (my) neighborhood pt.52

What I’m Reading: “Hope. It’s powerful; it can change things. But you’ve got to put yourself in the way of it, let yourself feel it. Let the power of it lift you up. That’s what you’re doing: putting yourself in … Continue reading

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on the wall

(ham on the wall) ham on the wall love on the rocks blood on the tracks ain’t comin’ back (home) What I’m Reading: “She just didn’t like taking up space.Everyone occupies a certain amount of physical space according to their … Continue reading

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doglegs and dollops

Gala Doglegs and dollops—perverse agitations that might be able to help. I am alone here caring for both. My motorway—untraveled by deadbeat descendants. Emergency in stairway 4! Toffee stuck on my canines and it’s too much for me to manage. … Continue reading

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am (probably) naughty

Huh? I renounce. Friend or enemy? A place “where there is no darkness?” Huh? Since thee Chump’s ketches run low, mizzen-masted abominations, out of the thick, cloudy dregs at a barrel’s wake chucked overboard, you should stand at attention. Stay … Continue reading

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vilest of audiences

A Caesura The congregation says: You seem to have no place to insert this enema. A simple conjuring would do, but I abjure. Dividing wallpaper between two cherubim can be such a bore. So I relent: Make two wounds, two … Continue reading

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backlit by sun

Scabs (tanka) Why so many scabs?She asks, unsure of my face.I have been in love,I say, dark, backlit by sun.She morphs into a cloudlet. What I’m Reading: “In the evenings, we read novels in separate roomsor in the same room … Continue reading

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most-heated day

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “Some words live in my throatBreeding like adders. Others know sun” — Audre Lorde / “Coal” “Life is nothing how he expected it would be when he was young and living under the … Continue reading

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fifty clichés overlong

house unstable drift the globe on a pickaxeannotate your work with carcassesall palpitation and courthouses your peroration had the lithographtenderness of tenterhooks you play the gamelan tunedto the seventh tone and fiftyclichés overlong you gave thanks to the wrongideology / … Continue reading

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an ape hostage

give thanks 2 intimacies of detractionfosterlegacies of extraction the paterfamiliason a faultypaternostercompartments missinga linkfalling / referencinginfraestructualloopholesin the space / timecontinuum give thanksformanifest destinya continentto despoilthe long view of earthrevealsan ape hostageto base instinctsentient onlyin delusion we can do betterinsist on … Continue reading

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we fail ourselves

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “The greatest threat to our species lies within us.” — Blake Crouch / Upgrade “A winged bit of Indian skyStrayed hither from its home on high.” — Alexander Posey / “The Bluebird” “There … Continue reading

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