Tag Archives: Found Poetry

string of drugs

Monotonals What I’m Reading: “A regular asks her to stir her finger in his coffee, and she willhear in him blue grass and a murder of crows,hunger’s sickle sinking deep” — Diamond Forde / “Rememory”

Posted in Writing | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

maybe the kids

Thee “New Florida’s Always Right!” (found haiku) Keep pets near. (So dear!)Do not feed alligators …Well … maybe the kids. What I’m Reading: “To me, the frontier is a tundra of intergenerational amnesia.” — Lisa Wells / Believers: Making a … Continue reading

Posted in Writing | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

hot wattle thing

13 Ways of Looking at a Jabberwockbird 1A hot wattle thing of the new wave—a heel trestle tactician of new sex. 2A treble tabernacle template … condolences! 3Heathen tree table temple—tinplated condom. 4The hot new textile and treetop heating tableau … Continue reading

Posted in Writing | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

while oceans acidify

planet b tanka ain’t no planet bwe made planet a real sickwildfires spewingfire tornadoes miles highwhile oceans acidify What I’m Reading: “A writer doesn’t owe a reader hope—the only obligation is honesty . . . “ — Bill McKibben / … Continue reading

Posted in Writing | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

don’t crawl inside

found poem (3.0) / interstices (111516) “… the smell of steelit’s warm it’s visceralthe smell of bloodand steelit’s warmif you are in a situation like thatdon’t crawl insidein the middle of the roomevery person who had his phone callingwas killed…” … Continue reading

Posted in Writing | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment