that time

pumiquat

he never spoke to me again. without explanation, i knew how to say the word. pumiquat. it's not what you think. nor what you expect. it's a secret. i've only told you the part that you're allowed to know

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The Crowiest Crow

It began with the hookers...

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Criterion of Embarrassment

four black and white images

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Poem Shadow of a Poem

For Eggtooth, who claimed one should never write a poem about a poem or a dream. This poem was created using his words.

invocation

Excerpt From the Americ Book of the Dead

The old woman’s body on a platform that fills the cave, pallid skin, leathered face, lower lip stretched up over the upper, sutured in place with a skinned twig, eyes sewn shut with purple thread. Naked body covered in filthy gauze. Dead or sleeping. The post-natal mother on her

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A Big List of Alternative Journals

I'm a reading junkie and I'm looking for new sources. I'm dropping most of the 'mainstream' shit I've been reading for decades, and looking for new journals that focus on art and culture.

that time

kitchen memories

xerxes, fried baloney, cleopatra click click, powdered eggs, slimy chicken in #10 cans, the toaster fire, the burnt cabinet, slicing a finger while slicing bread, plastic radio on the shelf, "at beneficial, you're good for more," tang, "chock-full of nuts is heavenly coffee," "

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Who Am I This Time?

One of the key symptoms of paranoia is the belief that one is the literal center of the universe. What I mean by that is that the entire world, as far as human perception allows, exists solely for the purpose of tormenting, and ultimately, murdering me.

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i am not drunk or high

screaming into the void

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it was said

This poem is widely known, much praised, and probably parodied more than any other. If you’re poetry literate, you’ll probably recognize the poem right away.

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This Poem is Nifty

This poem is a non-fungible token. This poem is a type of cryptocurrency. This poem is cryptic currently. This poem is interchangeable. This poem cannot buy money. This poem has no value...

algorithmic sabotage

the effects of 198083

the present examples clearly torture the traumatic forms of study, and are created mental, or missing scars, discrete light of truth, and for the generations, and on them found every of his sons had been all, the angel of nightmare’s god...

that time

Buried Alive

Could those human bones we dug up that time have been cursed? Could I have been cursed? Could we have been cursed? We put them back, but maybe that didn’t help. I did everything I could to avoid digging up the bones of my assault.

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Please Join Me for an Online Event

I invite you to join us for an online event on September 29, The Ripple Effect, that includes storytelling, poetry, music, performance art, and more. There will be some suprises and some giveaways. I promise you it will be fun.

invocation

ariadne amazed

i was touched by you i was torched by you you put your boot on my face i was reminded of your beauty you put me in the maze you put me on the beast you saved me from yourself you betrayed me for my self

that time

Random Encounter

As we wept—my father and I—I wondered if it was for his friend, after all. I wondered if it was for him. I wonder if it was for me.

algorithmic sabotage

Concentrate

I arrived on the astral plane, after a series of trials and transitional exercises. Hard to describe but I was floating in the air (with a few other (people)) and the trial kept repeating as I figured out how to transition. There was a magnetic force that kept me afloat.

that time

Anguinum

The original trauma was birth and everthying that follows is but preparation for the trauma of death. Of letting go of all that we have learned. It is only through remembering that we can die because remembering is to forget.

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Algorithmic Sabotage

“Algorithmic Sabotage” is a figure of techno-disobedience for the militancy that’s absent from technology critique...

algorithmic sabotage

Hey, Sojourner!

You must let go, let it go, let it be, it is what it is, is that all there is? yes, this, that is all, this is it. You're heart. Must be blind. You must persist. Do not resist. What you resist persists. There is only one way. You must find it. The way is not self evident. This is not a maze.

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the gulp towards which we must seek

why should making something outside of ourselves justify our existence? "I now embrace eternity, because this is far from over!" why should we be worth any more than dirt? aren't we of dirt? gravity is real, because we can measure and predict it. the soul isn&

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Shooting

Go slow in traffic and remember that this peace is beautiful. Follow as many people as you can. Speak your truth calmly and clearly; listen to others, even the weak and ignorant; They also have their own stories. Avoid loud and angry people; they hurt the spirit. When you compare

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By the Skin of We Teeth

First crown one month into the shut-in, shut-down. The beginning of the time when nothing changed. When the before and after merged. Dutifully avoiding contact. No, no, the social ramifications of the pandemic were we wet dream. The idea of... it... terrified sound of the dentist’s drill agonizing porcelain

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Verily I Say, Tittle the Tooth Shooter

Thirst verily, I say, year you till tooth, and woman mercy, one jot, or one hunger shall in no wise mercy from the control, till all be fulfilled...

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Standing in the Woods on a Snowy Night

I think I know who this tree belongs to. His house is in the city. He stopped me here. He cannot see his snow-covered forest.