Tag Archives: Hybrid writing

the ostrich seeking

What I’m Reading: “We think of the key, each in his prisonThinking of the key, each confirms a prison” — T.S. Eliot / “The Wasteland”

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where you going

Trickle & Tone She said, I long to shapea moon from bone. I heard that before,somewhere—it resonated. A chordstruck—atonal& dissonant. A wound—a pickaxe stymie,a hurricane holein homogeneity.Monosyllabictrickle & tone. Whereyou going—whereyou been? I’ll find a planetariumto bathe in—nothing moreto say. … Continue reading

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author of sharps

Breaktime Time off from his seedling firebomb.A ferment.A long liquidizer, he calls it. He’s the provostof powerful concussives. Cursive clashsend-off specialist for hire. Spontaneous handicrafter and score-keeper.Author of sharps embedded in walls. The outsider poet of archangeldynamic plosives. Send youon … Continue reading

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i wish i

fens claimant her strength seeps through newly installed calmshe calls “ohm” to distinguish tuber from field—her namesake breaking into a smokestackobscure he’s a pianist with psychological funds pittingan inconvenienced perch against the hook—no fish more foul in his mind but … Continue reading

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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”

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but with heave

Workshopped Word I am an agglomeration of symptoms—purposefully askew and tinny.Closer to your interior benchmark—akin to brainy and quicksilver—but with HEAVE! Diffident ain’t the workshopped word you’d use,closer to big shrimp without the sea. I really don’t know what I’m … 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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for your safety

Tendril it Straight She’s gonna’ tendril it straight … but she could tell it straighter, and tendril a strategy that is easy to understand. Her words are usually turgid, garish and lurid—feel the wrath of her bombast. This may not … Continue reading

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hope is contagious

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “The cumulative effect of thousands of ethical actions can help to save and improve our world for future generations.” — Jane Goodall & Douglas Abrams / The Book of Hope “I am willing … Continue reading

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greedy the image

beneath the banyan (tanka) greedy the imagereedy the voice that quaversneedy the sharp tooththat abstracts the raw terrorbeneath the fig banyan tree What I’m Reading: “… but we have seenThe moon in lonely alleys makeA grail of laughter of an … Continue reading

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