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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 →

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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 →

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Muted Video Feed Fugue (redux) No need to look at me while I write, she thinks—and what’s this mass of entropy floating next to me? It seems most people go off-camera for the writing bits, then so shall I, she said … Continue reading →

Deathbed Compact (redux) We vow a deathbedcompact. We sagaprototypes, classicists,& evergreens. We ordinancein & out of time. We be farcicalmasons. We ebb & floelike Greenland ice sheetsunder successive heatdomes. We sailor-skidspanner ewers. We pesosunsets in silence. We illuminepenny bardos. Weare, oui. What … Continue reading →

I am the punctum among the profuse obtuselinearities of custom —socialized behaviors notbeing my thingbut my proscription. I am the punctum that pontificates upon this day —the hypotenuse to the leftnotwithstanding — again, Iam eye. What I’m Reading: Up and … Continue reading →