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strings of lob

the high rattles the wean of lifetime—avoiding the limelight the constriction strings of loba radiator for a sofaa poor heartbeata marginalized adult reshuffle, hardscrabble, uprisingof three yes-men on third gearas 300,000 pregnant woodcutterscan, and do, attest send your epaulets for … Continue reading

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blame the dead

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week Within the U.S. today, people are again moving because of disasters, and because of the slow-grind attrition of heat, flooding, and rising insurance rates. Earlier this year, the nonprofit Internal Displacement Monitoring Centre found … Continue reading

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felt pounds lighter

i’m not hungry something changed within the wound . . . next, i was in a hall of whirling cylinders . . . from ooze to steady flow . . . a damned infection set in . . . the … Continue reading

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hair and festooned

Primitive Trails From This Point (redux) Panda cycling and recycling, panda-demics, and panda demotics. Find yourself in the world of widespread fraud and plate tectonics in response to politic-tonics — those gestures and flourishes that are not of this society, … Continue reading

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in this (my) neighborhood pt. 129 (thee bikepack shakedown day 2 with letters missing edition)

What I’m Reading: Alas, very soon everything will disappear:the birdcalls, the delicate blossoms. In the end,even the earth itself will follow the artist’s name into oblivion. — Louise Glück / “Primavera”

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in this (my) neighborhood pt. 128 (thee shakedown bikepack and campout with spasmodic moon edition)

What I’m Reading: This interior thing, miniscule.From the blackness of the blind viscera,hot and yellow, the miniscule speck,the luminous grain.Yellow spreads and smooths, a downpourof the pure light of its name,tropicordial. — Adélia Prado / “Priase for a Color”

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not my thoughts

Sangfroid I-IV (redux) i.  The Ashen Landscape “He’s got what?  Days left?  I don’t want to be there when he dies.” “Sangfroid.” “I’m cold-blooded?” “You didn’t wish to come back to the village — to the sea?” “I see… a Rothko — canted, … Continue reading

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skins legs removed

Excerpts from My Inbox (redux) A serious mistake was made giving less than 24 hours-notice … We have a cat and a charming baby … I would describe it as a dark comedy I suppose … Creamy white leather sofa–like … Continue reading

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being fatally corrupted

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week The United States is being murdered, and it’s an inside job. Every department, every branch, every bureau and function of the federal government is being fatally corrupted or altogether dismantled or disabled. All this … Continue reading

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full of strangeness

One Raw Manifold (redux) This isn’t your house. You don’t belong here. You can’t come in here anytime you want and go in that room. The Muscovy duck eggs have failed to hatch — a marten’s been at them and … Continue reading

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