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She is Splooting on the Sward (When Shooting Won’t Do) One strong throat emerges to tell the straitjacket-story of a gifted and complicated mandible: Her despots are both deeper and weirder—splooting rib-deep on American fangs. Her handguns—blue steel euphonies—flexible, transcend … Continue reading →

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week Summer grass aches and whispers. It wants something; it calls and sings; it poursout wishes to the overhead stars. — Carl Sandburg / “Summer Grass” They know, from the past few years of massively … Continue reading →

Curanga Pie Blues I was conceived in the cold heatOf the late stage Anthropocene. My mother’s milk was curanga pie. I am a born again pleonasm—Aphasic—ecstatic in static,Mendicant in white noise. I am obscenely petulant,Vaguely touched,Piqued & hotWith fleas. EndlessNot. … Continue reading →

in the unlikely event there is something louder than your heartit supersedes the asperity of your bones a wind forced through an aperture moansit sounds like a death rattle, an agonal breath this which your mind fastens uponwill always remain … Continue reading →

My darkest numbness is indelibly embodied in the soft-voiced teenaged longing brilliantly off-key and abstemious. We imbibed nothing. We believed in nothing but being straight-edge. You wrought fascinating rants on anti-fascism — bombs of resolute intelligence both — a reward … Continue reading →

The Queenie Meets Whit Frictions The Queenie declaims that feculence has nothing to do in this affair. She says: “I was bequeathed a third rate hand me down in consignment and inquisitiveness—a loan from dog. I’ve got the scrabble tiles … Continue reading →

The fallen illusion is really three collusions with a dash of disbelief in life’s recursive farrago. This is the greatest scrounger adaptation of workroom tankards — thanks to kidney chars and sharp assemblies — it’s all dark entries. A crude … Continue reading →

excessive levity markets are draftedinto stock fists on actual horseback see ya in alaska now that 90 degree daysare common + we float away on glacier melt wildfire smoke flood tornado broadapplications of anthropogenic love for ma earth physical comedy … Continue reading →

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week This is what it comes down to:Me on a park bench, always writing,This is what it comes down to. — Ada Limón / “Little Day” Where to begin? Perhaps with a good tip: never … Continue reading →

Overheard After Obsequies Yes, I was lonely. But now I think things will improve… I woke up with eyes on my hands—double vision in continuous lap dissolve. I’m looking at the eyes on my hands as they look back at … Continue reading →