Month: July 2025
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The fetishism of death
The people who want to “save our democracy” are the same people who still believe “the American dream” is real. Nothing short of internalized capitalism. Or, what Ernest Becker called,...
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Elijah brings home a turkey and I miss the opportunity
Climbing down the abruptive mountain of tissue and regret, lost incursive blemishes of daunted staples like apples and porridge where we lost too much money on temporary groceries and did...
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To await the gorgeous stunned star formations
holding candles to the offspring of giants like ill-composed meters of holy granules songs for the asking and tempos for alters sing me nicely to sleep under star formations where...
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Shadows of a relapsed dawn in the accordion pulpit
piano rolls for the taunted sailor dismissed and disrupted from the aches of in-town bemusement and fabricated code words for trouble among the tents of climate refugees and swollen passengers...
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The Frightening of Vulgar Drapes
a crystalline tear in pine teachable sculptures predicating remorse for fallen comrades like lost bellowing sheep on May Day they drift without a towel or map to guide them over...
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Stationed undergrounder miners withdraw
What is it to give a gift to humanity rather than merely showcase oneself? There are fragments of wealth in the self-made glorious tenebrosity vessel, sanctified like a summer of...
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obcordate tuned sovereign
songstrings like valiant scorecard spokewheel settings left a king wailing barb wire comet running around the yard like the flame of an exiguous ship burial sidestepped in water traffic and...
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Silent Translations
Sometimes we have to translate words we do not like write poems we do not like care for prose we rather run under a tire it is important that the...
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Pearl Falcons over a Bazaar
elm trees in a silent park staring no ways like grateful earning lifting noses into sand curtains, in darkness were no patronage can sooth a brittled retirement fomenting stereo sidetrack...
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In what brings us near (Darling, let your grass grow)
The private ethos in the communication of dogs and birds where all the birds are God and all the sounds of traffic are sin all laughter that bleeds out into...