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Signs & Legends (redux) There is no legacy in semiotics, she thought—nothing to tether to—not land, historical connection, cultural heritage—it was a deep deracination. She found no reason for planting any of her own signs, for setting her own roots, … Continue reading

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fat and butter

Spot Embarrassment You want in on the joke? Resting on smokes of joke, bunk, and stride, which are encased in cement, it seems outlandish, the diminutive creams seem to belong more to the manicured liars. The Orange Liar — thee … Continue reading

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hot hot heat

Nonsense As Per the Review of American Flag Bows: The courtesy superintendents are preparing for orange affection by moving aggressively against broccoli-haired stormers of good sense. Don’t hover about, lover, make yourself useful and burn your ballot before the Garfish … Continue reading

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in this (my) neighborhood pt. 82

What I’m Reading: Globally, 2024 was the warmest year on record—more than two and half degrees hotter than the preindustrial average. In the U.S., there were twenty-seven climate-related disasters that caused more than a billion dollars’ worth of damage, just … Continue reading

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in these (my) neighborhoods (train window visual detritus) pt. 81

“There’s a pretty dramatic jump in temperature that started in mid-2023, and it has really persisted through the present,” says Zeke Hausfather, a climate scientist with the group Berkeley Earth. The persistence, he says, has surprised many climate scientists and … Continue reading

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flood the shoreline

The Tug of Ghosts (redux) It seemed to her she was always leaving, or someone was leaving her. Her father disappeared one day when she was ten. Her mother disappeared into a fog of alcohol and mental illness the next … Continue reading

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end is near

iguana splatter (haiku) iguana splatter—weathered and desiccated—the end speeds at us What I’m Reading: “The end, it’s moving toward us.” —John James / “Lullaby”

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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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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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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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