Tag Archives: Post-Apocalypse

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

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was a way

minutes pass / there are two left (redux) i.los minutos pasanquedan dos and then there was a multifoliatea multiplicity, a multivariate, a multiplication that startedwith two but here in this space, in thisvoid there is only one only one that … Continue reading

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the hot edge

sadness and fury sadness and furyand also, remarkably, hopebut it fadesoh it fadesin the hazeat the hot edgeof 1000 ppm20 feet of water comingbest learn to swimbest learn to rowbest to prepyr rocketto nowheresnow What I’m listening to: “So this … Continue reading

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crack through asphalt

Shadow Haiku Weeds crack through asphaltVines choke exposed steel rebarMan but a shadow What I’m Reading: “Without recognizing it, we have already stepped over the threshold of such a change. I believe that we are at the end of nature.” … Continue reading

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sharp even here

Rasped Haiku Her sickness resolved—Distilled, rasped clean by feverDreams, sharp even here. What I’m Reading: “No star burns forever . . . the world will eventually literally end.” — Emily St. John Mandel / Sea of Tranquility

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of the shadow

The Death of Tane Then there was the sickness—So hot.The vault of heaven darker,Then darker still,A black sunAt end.It was succeeded by the shadowOf the shadow—SpreadingNearer and nearer to the pin prickOf lightDestroyed.Distant,To the west,A white effluent—Soft and yielding—Fades. What … Continue reading

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stuff in between

Sanctioned by the Association of Nimble Twee (Fade Out / 8 channels of noise : one channel of noise drops out every 30 seconds until there is silence) Voiceover In Search Of A Film: Soft antennae entertainment turned minds to … Continue reading

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a jackhammer-mad

Tubercular Dream There were no soft monsters last night—but a hue blue neural synapse saved a receding shadow. I was sitting on a bar in a bird cage. I was naked. A black shape behind me, on my shoulder, picked … Continue reading

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your right plugholes

It’s my dream / Well it scares me! Would you, could you, please, at least write 100 words as a draftee peasant to your rest-home workshop. Stretch your lenses out so they penetrate the air— the airships that pour out … Continue reading

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can’t do this

How do I manage to stay underground? Are you going to help me? Can you arrange it? I can’t do this alone. What I’m Reading: “Now I only dream in English. I do not recognize my own voice.I open my … Continue reading

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