Tag Archives: Tanka

tectonic plate subduction

dirt of the seven (haiku) continental drifttectonic plate subductionarchipelago What I’m Reading: “Never before had I seen Homo sapiens so clearly—a species, at its most fundamental level, of storytellers. Creatures who overlay story on everything, but especially their own lives, … Continue reading

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you’re the needle

groove (ukiah) you’re the needle in the grooveon the shaggs foot foot—meteors streak the dark sky What I’m Reading: “Our existence isn’t something to be engineered or optimized for the avoidance of pain. That’s what it is to be human—the … Continue reading

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the fairies hide

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “now the parts in our hair and our soles wither and the fairies lie half-charred at the stake” — Hans Arp / “The Swallow’s Testicle” “According to Albrecht, those suffering solastalgia feel a … Continue reading

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husks slough yellow

nest (tanka) i nest in myself—this atomization anobsessive pursuit—then i step out of myselfmy many husks slough yellow What I’m Reading: “I didn’t know what I was waiting for, but something told me to wait. Another army of sluggish minutes … Continue reading

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one more day

painted turtle blues (tanka) i did my good deed—rescued a painted turtleout of the roadway i meddled with nature’s way—terrapin lives one more day What I’m Reading: “New German research data makes clear that cycling doesn’t just clear the air, … Continue reading

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funk seeps in

post post boosterism (ukiah) a hapless haptic shadow infinite dashed lines funk seeps in through puncture holes What I’m Reading: “Filling with rain in the streets,this September night’s lifting me up   in an old-time elevator.Night’s ending, time’s tearing.   And the … Continue reading

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wish you were

digesting stars (ukiah•tanka•haiku) the evocation of inksounding delinquentten splotches emitting sound turn on your pivotgraphite screed on a sharp pointblack holographs spreadengravers burp dark matter—speech balloons full of stardust accretion disks cutthe universe in segementswrite: wish you were here What … Continue reading

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in the gate

decenter the I (tanka) flickering my eyesi will decenter the Ilike a flicker filmcaught in the gate / melting down /the WE — is the one thing real What I’m Reading: “Every-man-for-himself politics will have to yield to we’re-all-in-this-together; otherwise, … Continue reading

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marinate ur mind

cut-up method/o/lo/gy (tanka) dont appease / go back —all the background to destroy —liberate urself cut-up / marinate ur mindstew in random abandon What I’m Reading: “’Genesis … your task from now on is to tell me . . . … Continue reading

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deep in quicksand

rainforest blues (tanka) my boots full of mudparasites in the waterthigh deep in quicksand im thinking of tapping out—this is a maddening game What I’m Reading: “Earlier that same night, Halyard was in a taxi on his way to dinner … Continue reading

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