Saturday, March 31, 2018


(@kenolin1 via @joycecaroloates)

"Power is itself a simulacrum, learn this."

wound that still must bleed
for i am eke the blade
war in my newsfeed

wound that still must bleed
as shattering waves succeed
of the wrong things afraid

would that still must bleed
for i am eke the blade

"The notion of 'transparent' prose, to tug a loose thread, has always so bedeviled me, if only because the sheer folly of seeing one’s chosen medium as an impediment, to be done away with, has always struck me as, well, sheer folly..."

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Friday, March 30, 2018

polysemous nests

(pic by momus [cropped] on tumblr)

Island of Second Sight.

quebrith solenoids
overpass shade thrower

didn't plan enough
for the world

didn't see coming
what now ll must see

dirt-caked excavator
red green yellow flowers

on one tree

Upcoming Otep.

(ghota, via)


Thursday, March 29, 2018


Priestess of Morphine.

they didn't know anymore
i hear a thunk
what a book had been
from the truck ahead of me crossing a pothole
but kept putting together
& it warns me
pages of words
a car midnight blue
some rightside up some upside down
as if to say
book after book after book
we can still do some things right

"The accumulation of plastic garbage is bigger than France, Germany and Spain combined."


Wednesday, March 28, 2018

immy on the concrete

"Before this is all over, we WILL know what went down in that room at the Moscow Ritz."

winters without heat
brought back to me

without again
and without after

sulfur smell in the lines

winters without heat
brought back to me

The white meadows.

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Tuesday, March 27, 2018

almost crushed pen

"It’s like chess from another dimension."

a word is too frail
this lavender light to hold
staying in your lane

a kind of wry flapdragon
under the searing promise

"The only real thing is the liminality of life, the moments when we can inhabit fluidity, accept the threshold."


Monday, March 26, 2018


(what may have been lafferty's house, via google street view)

25 classic short mysteries.

    "A Girl Ago

No feeding on wisteria. No pitch-burner traipsing
In the nettled woods. No milk in metal cylinders, no
Buttering. No making small contusions on the page
But saying nothing no one has not said before.
No milkweed blown across your pony-coat, no burrs.
No scent of juniper on your Jacobean mouth. No crush
Of ink or injury, no lacerating wish.
                    Extinguish me from this.
I was sixteen for twenty years. By September I will be a ghost
And flickering in unison with all the other fireflies in Appalachia,
Blinking in the swarm of it, and all at once, above
And on a bare branch in a shepherd's sky. No Dove.
                        There is no thou to speak of."

--Lucie Brock-Broido

"The bar for what constitutes solidarity for disabled people is so low that simply not actively hating us is considered a radical act"

(from "Madam Satan" via In Search of Pagan Hollywood)


Sunday, March 25, 2018

apply to principal

(via hopping across the pond dot com)

Dank is the new umami.

    "Elegy Composed in Late March

More than the lovely who prevail?
But very love must know
By no perduring thing
Can this be known.
Though with attributes of marble,
It is a mortal beauty
Never hewn in stone.
To what they loved and destroyed,
Never had their fill of cherishing and would not save,
Even the gods fixed no star;
But more in sign
The rainbow's meltings and the reed
And the slight narcissus gave."

--Leonie Adams

Gwyneth reads.

(pic by Neight Elder on Fb)


Saturday, March 24, 2018

black hole like me

(via trover dot com)

impar · cerulean
seems to unfurl
Vega: anew-
hewn agave

it was long ago

car 8-track player days
no museum now
to give it to

impar · cerulean
seems to unfurl

Rudy Wurlitzer today.

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Friday, March 23, 2018

who to follow

(pic by matt adrian via metfilter)

2001 Cortez.

blue pillar
as dawn bides

these overpasses
in a painting, broken
indians camped out
for shelter

these rhythms, broken
like knowledge
like the effects of knowledge
in the antelucan reveriev


Lyric overshare.


Thursday, March 22, 2018

neon worms

(via intrust dot org)

hostage starfish
windshield raindrops focussed
then the stoplight
roadside weeds thick in my headlights



Wednesday, March 21, 2018

the impossible demand

(via pat lubas on flickr)

shrinking in the backwards telescope
that crew of miscreants
who threaten my life

the building facades
still not rebuilt this much after
the twister

third boxcar
midnight train

asphault with a built-in squeak

shrinking in the backwards telescope
that crew of miscreants
who threaten my life

The water in Plano stinks.


Tuesday, March 20, 2018

flaming cheese for free

(pic by Melanie Pruit at the Philbrook)

Rushdoony's handmaids.

light glints · mid-arc
no reason to snatch at
nor likewise do i reck
the sum
of images they make of me
yet this is me

Brave new cubicle.

(pic by michael puttonen on fb)


Monday, March 19, 2018

luqman skywalker

(via love hawaii via todd buckley on facebook)

Lux noctis.

"Live shell whose tonic shriek is the whole show" --Peck

years recovering
it will be years
one day's flagrant failures bring
years recovering
beads from a broken string
& a bumper crop of liars
years recovering
it will be years


(pic by @saladinahmed on tw)

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Sunday, March 18, 2018

inkpen beacon

"The Icelandic word for computer, for example, is tölva, a marriage of tala, which means number, and völva, prophetess."

this canal
was the world

bronze not of lafferty

who has left no trace
in the bookstores here

dead trees & piebald dogs
on blue eye one brown

The Changes theme.

(via gordon hilgers on fb)


Saturday, March 17, 2018

foods we don't eat

Empty shoes.

chat-    ·    -tel
Tel Quel · Fujeira inscape
& tavern days
gauging whether
were a good sum

"More than likely she was right, I thought. You had to have a hunger, a different kind of hunger, to finish up book. And I rather doubted she was as hungry as she thought." --Clifford Simak, All Flesh is Grass (1965)

"It seems to me that Alexandra was a cryptic crossword puzzle of its day."


Friday, March 16, 2018

nail clippers in a dream

Thursday, March 15, 2018

prague, OK

(pic by Melanie Pruit)

All Flesh is Grass.

the body is a prison
of many doors
encyclopedia-smell horizon
the body is a prison
no less than reason
in battlements or flinders
the body is a prison
of many doors

The impossible music.

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Wednesday, March 14, 2018

instructions for keeping a troll

my quirky series detective misses a clue
wakes up at the bottom of the river
opaque with sediment
toxic runoff knowledge
no use for who's next on the case

Calvino figures in a comment, & still timely, too!


Tuesday, March 13, 2018

insect citation

the various holocausts
we did not try to distinguish
being incurious
like cellophane on ev'rything

how far short of the mark

Secret Teachings of All Ages online.


Monday, March 12, 2018

vocub caquix

Sunday, March 11, 2018

cookie season

(image by Stephen Wiltshire)

"Every book has an intrinsic impossibility, which its writer discovers as soon as his first excitement dwindles." --Annie Dillard

with all the distant sadness
of a world going down in flames
we go about our daily chores
with goals already ended & we know it

chrysalis of a pressing doom
we lived not long
with our threadbare · illusions
like dead leaves that cling to a dog

scraps of toilet paper on the floor
that will lie until i am the one to move them


Saturday, March 10, 2018

pockmark zymurgy


wearisome miles when
bright at the far horizon
brought no journey's end

the beautiful sunsets lost
my cam'ra in the locker

Impressionists in Winter.


Friday, March 09, 2018

the taming of the 'shroom

out of the shadow of sickness again
& the body does not remember
like the sky does not remember
its weathers
& at arms' length
the nation's troubles.
Unless they tear
this hardwood door down
they are not coming.
A hollow hill i passed once
on my many travels,
invited me inside.
Sickness is the last vocation i said,v & i mean it.

This is the only ordering
there shall ever be


Thursday, March 08, 2018

the dolorous stroke

one can free oneself
of the desire to write
--true or false?
one can free oneself
like Tolstoy freed his serfs
but the game entire?
one can free oneself
of the desire. --to write!

"We live in a time of questions not answers, a time of abstract fear that permeates everything and saturates our very souls with instability."

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Wednesday, March 07, 2018

striped pajama factory

the stopped clock right three times
of calamity
silver wind
silver window
mirror reversed tea kettle

"A Mongolian book describes a swan that turns you into a window." --@MagicRealismBot

50 most influential street artists.

I remember my shoes. Each pair i have owned is an individual to me. I don't remember my umbrellas.


Tuesday, March 06, 2018

cthulhu's history of the english-speaking peoples

Irony lives.

ex-arctic Kwotsxwoe
Vegas, each, aces gave
colors in the dark
roosting clouds
tempom phughat

Listening to Thick as a Brick by Jethro Tull, it occurs to me that, though it is primarily about the music (which is quite inventive, even for Tull), if asked what this album is about, i would have to say: "It's a cryptic takedown of the patriarchal system."

Monday, March 05, 2018

a scarcuity

a prayer not for this ship
rain · with a vehemence not known
skewwhiff castaway · needs shape
a prayer not · for this ship
all we have is worship
of the deadly blast of noon
a prayer not for this · ship
rain · with a vehemence not known

Bard of Auburn.

"We have discovered a planet. It has one copper moon. We should go. There may be pandas." --@I_Find_Planets

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Sunday, March 04, 2018

the blair sandwich project

the man whose hand
language would eat out of

nine lives of a cold

Aldous Huxley's Hands.

"and sun rocked in the froth of a sloshed bucket" --Peck


Saturday, March 03, 2018

animal nose

Milk cap tea explained. (e.g. Feng Cha in Richardson)

caravanserai ricin
smudge on the blank subfusc sky
buds the ferried axe
unravels the noose

bone ache deep color
caravanserai ricin
the gray thread
& the white


Friday, March 02, 2018

nada, zip, & zilch

Southern Man. (redux)

"Poems, like animals, are highly organized structures (sometimes fat and sometimes sinewy, sometimes spined or spiny and sometimes all undulating flesh) engaged in fabulous adaptabilities and seeking to communicate both internally and externally." --Eleni Sikelianos

raku, a stop to sakura
a further dismay to secure

the witnesses talking into
cam'ras' italic aftermath

braked suddenly spared a rabbit
another day another struggle against sleep

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Thursday, March 01, 2018

jim butcherpapercover

When coffee is bulletproof.

the magic film that will change your life
the hunt for its provenance
through alleys & interviews
the dead ends the half-formede clues
the film you are seeing now
flowers of evil for algernon
stone the vines ascend