Tag Archives: Paranoiac-Critical

concern 124 (v.2) your officeis blood office my name is 78theres too much pressure last week was as datedas the previous weeki added a letteri added an addled letter i couldnt use greekcause the hurricanesr using the alphabetagain must i … Continue reading →

Canyons of Mistrust The superintendent of state struggling to meet winter, raising a circle out of oblongs, was struck to the head with future dread. Bread returned to its silent pile, but rarely with as much gravitas as in Dusks of … Continue reading →

i’ll kiss the goose girl the southern town confounds her in new ways— dozens of driverless vehicles driving no oneferal peacocks pecking the fallow groundautonomous delivery bots clusteredin auto-da-fé cul-de-sacsking tides slurping away the coastlinethe porous limestone giving way underfootformer … Continue reading →

Sacrafect Bioluminescence Because I didn’t want to go, I made my partner cry. I feel poorly today, both physically and now because I made him cry. I have a predisposition for alienation — and a tendency to make more of … Continue reading →

deus ex duo (redux) i. deus ex machina the deus ex machina falls through the trapdoor into the charnel house the deus dramatic effect lost and centrifugal with a caravaggio thud see deus roll among the sweet vinegar panhandlers watch deus … Continue reading →

A Physics She opened the pigpens—A physics of badlandsResembled the scrubby hillsOf Theodore Roosevelt National Park.A parliament of swine chuff—Popped and faded paroxysms,sonnets of oilfield imbalances,Oilskin flints, & parley figs.She sang to the pigs:An imperfect parricide breedsThis parody of oligarchy.Swim, … Continue reading →

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week Even a wounded world is feeding us. Even a wounded world holds us, giving us moments of wonder and joy. I choose joy over despair. Not because I have my head in the sand, … Continue reading →

Title Goes Here This is the body of the entry: This is the complication. This is the climax. This is the gist of what I wish to convey. This is the denouement. This is what you get. What I’m Reading: … Continue reading →

This. Is. Digitized. This is a digitized morning page. This is a digitized mourning phase. This is digitized mental squall. This is digitized coming to terms. This is digitized hullabaloo. This is digitized push and pull through the eye of … Continue reading →

Fingertips I’ve come untetheredThree days lost and out of sortsNow the correction Sitting on the trainThe snow blows blinding outsideHeavy wet and sad The Wailers’ singles in my earsProvide the syncopationPropelling the day On the balconyIn yellow afternoon lightA thrush … Continue reading →