Tag Archives: Poetry

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week Who could be excited for the apocalypse? — Emma Pattee / Tilt  Why do I care so much if time and space disappear when the world has come undone? Will there be borders and … Continue reading →

Rant-a Claus (redux) Gustatory. Gestation. Genuflection. Generative. Gainsay. Can you guess, which, if any, of the terms above doubles as a po’ boy, a grinder, and a nuclear submarine? If you answered: “Birds on ice,” you win nothing but my heart. … Continue reading →

What Is Coming Magpie thoughts:Thunder asunder —Divides the heart. Polly squawking.I have witnessed this before.It sounds absurd. A crow Laocoön —Warn me not —Don’t wish to know what this way comes. Sparrow filchA higher logic.Flits away at looming dark. What … Continue reading →

From The Managment Office (redux) Dear Residents, Due to recent kitchen sink backups, this is a gentle reminder of what cannot go down the garbage disposal: Thank you for your cooperation and please contact the Management Office with ointment for … Continue reading →

this memory hole into youinto the darknessinto this memory holewhere is your year in reviewthe vestige of the atom loosedthen fretting a sense of alienationannihilation abomination abnegationand ferreting the soundtrack of childhoodstanding waiting for the avalanche of crueltylost my copy … Continue reading →

Proper Dream Categories I felt a crack in my spirit and all the heat seeped out Your lower case specialness sorted it into the proper dream categories I crashed my way out of sleep and ate breakfast earlier than usual … Continue reading →

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week This terrorizing and demonizing pretends to be in service of recreating a white America that never existed. The US when white supremacists like Trump were young was whiter, but this was never a white … Continue reading →

Ether Leftist scruff —a stranger —two recently-arrived spidersdelivered beforea communist icon.The craquelure profound. Small audiences are a bore. Ether revisits ruefulness,a trick or two up its cleave. What is that terrible whining noise?What is that warpaint tripe? Pull the jib … Continue reading →

palliatives I. struggling to make payment • make equipment • make sense • make cents • eat wire • raise a cavil • return library books • go to my silent place • but rarely do i crocodile these topics … Continue reading →