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inability to adapt

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “I’m not into resolutions—though I understand why people like them. Every revolution of a circle brings with it something like another chance to step into our own stories differently. It’s also true every … Continue reading →

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all western rib

scribblin ise got music innadivine way and thingsto tha heart ise not in tha mood for americansplendor—ise got socio-political scabs—rat-scabies / virulence / in the gloaming yearsof empire / desire / wese got idiosyncratic news—all the newsthats fit to fix … Continue reading →

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super-sized syzygy

Instead of I Love You I’d rather say… My heart, a meatgrinder pulse in your cosmic stew churns out galaxies of beatpoet farrago. Each beat splicing and fractionating you into every nightmare, every delirium, every synaptic Fata Morgana. You’re the … Continue reading →

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exactly eggs-actley

cut-up 01062024 Me, ya’ sure.fade into man and woman, see the words into headsWhere violet leaves ain’twhere next, you know, mouth without teeth nightmare? You hate a lot of it TALLdegenerate and faithless City is a dog, prison is a … Continue reading →

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a good hate

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “All your life you’ve been asleep, all of us sleeping and now the great waking begins.” — Paul Lynch / Prophet Song “This part of the ritual was always a release. Everyone relaxed … Continue reading →

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minute of elation

Seafood City, Very Pretty Fade In. The violet sky suffused with a borealis green at the horizon line, and where a dark lake should be I find instead a crumpled piece of black construction paper. But how did they get … Continue reading →

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humans are dumb

In Silver Lamé Petunia has a dream where she hides in her sister’s basement while her sister conducts a clandestine revolutionary meeting upstairs in the newly remodeled kitchen. Che Guevara and the Symbionese Liberation Army are in attendance. Hot chocolate … Continue reading →

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please sister please

The Madcap Rasps She spills a cup of lukewarm spasmodic hate on the splotchy record cover. A monocle of Earl floats on The Madcap Laughs, and catches a waver of dim sunlight. This is the stuff of irritation. This is … Continue reading →

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seven blisters smooth

Echo Elegy (Tanka) We bleed salt and ice—Mournful echoes of glaciers—Seven sunburns deep,We lance seven blisters smooth:Heat domes in the skin-light dawn. What I’m Reading: “And if the urgency of a subject were indeed a criterion of its seriousness, then, … Continue reading →

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is this on

Mainlining Extinction An overheated tragedy unspoolingin a slow motion, so obscene—so perverse—in its deathly insistence,and the players moving aboutas if in a deep pool of molasses.What gives? Why this suicidal main-lining extinction by heat, drought,famine, forced migration, acidification & flood? … Continue reading →

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