perforated edges make sense. there's intuition here. everything has a perforation of some kind or another. the perfect perforation: everything makes sense no questions asked, and if a thing must break (if there's no alternative) it breaks in an orderly fashion. we can understand the future perfectly
August 30, 2025 at 2:42 AM
perforated edges make sense. there's intuition here. everything has a perforation of some kind or another. the perfect perforation: everything makes sense no questions asked, and if a thing must break (if there's no alternative) it breaks in an orderly fashion. we can understand the future perfectly
there's cold objects in your hand, cold because they're mute and mutant. in some kind of room with some kind of angle, some kind of temperature, some kind of thermostat, some kind of gauge. you engage sensory perception when scratching itches. i got all my favorite places all in one thing soft thing
August 30, 2025 at 2:37 AM
there's cold objects in your hand, cold because they're mute and mutant. in some kind of room with some kind of angle, some kind of temperature, some kind of thermostat, some kind of gauge. you engage sensory perception when scratching itches. i got all my favorite places all in one thing soft thing
old paper books preserved in green plastic found them in the attic old paper books. old things from a young thing it's easy to understand them. objects in rupture talking like nonobjects objectively selectively. little red lightbulb it's easy to bake, share them the brownies, cupcakes, made in china
August 30, 2025 at 2:34 AM
old paper books preserved in green plastic found them in the attic old paper books. old things from a young thing it's easy to understand them. objects in rupture talking like nonobjects objectively selectively. little red lightbulb it's easy to bake, share them the brownies, cupcakes, made in china
it's not blood or water, come to think of it, i don't know what watercress looks like water-crest i'm imagining a blue jay. he lands on a wire and there's a splash. splash of feathers and electricity up above the street blue sky makes it all invisible anyway. sun retina shadow superimpose black hole
August 30, 2025 at 2:30 AM
it's not blood or water, come to think of it, i don't know what watercress looks like water-crest i'm imagining a blue jay. he lands on a wire and there's a splash. splash of feathers and electricity up above the street blue sky makes it all invisible anyway. sun retina shadow superimpose black hole
not a word of this to anyone. anyone with a brain. in cold places, places away from us, planks of wood. wooden box nailed shut. wooden box. not a word about the wooden box. inside it words we aren't going to read. a replacement for the wooden box: not a word of this to anyone. it's anyone's guess
May 27, 2025 at 7:54 AM
not a word of this to anyone. anyone with a brain. in cold places, places away from us, planks of wood. wooden box nailed shut. wooden box. not a word about the wooden box. inside it words we aren't going to read. a replacement for the wooden box: not a word of this to anyone. it's anyone's guess
i've got my favorite things all in one place and i'm not talking about raindrops on roses i'm talking about anger and misery, the dog bites and i'm not feeling sad. the dog bites fold perfectly in half, teeth interlaced they slide into an envelope. i mail the envelope to myself. a letter? for me?
January 28, 2025 at 9:21 AM
i've got my favorite things all in one place and i'm not talking about raindrops on roses i'm talking about anger and misery, the dog bites and i'm not feeling sad. the dog bites fold perfectly in half, teeth interlaced they slide into an envelope. i mail the envelope to myself. a letter? for me?
poured it out into a plate or a bowl and drank it with the underside of my tongue. waited and waited. timelapse stare as it evaporates, invisiblizes itself except the calcium residue like a clamshell, poured more in its place and drank that instead, to solve the problem, and it tasted just the same
January 2, 2025 at 9:30 AM
poured it out into a plate or a bowl and drank it with the underside of my tongue. waited and waited. timelapse stare as it evaporates, invisiblizes itself except the calcium residue like a clamshell, poured more in its place and drank that instead, to solve the problem, and it tasted just the same
formidable gaps between layers of cake requiring heavy daubs of frosting. spread the frosting even then add another spoonful. spread spread spread then add the next layer. the next layer's slip and sliding left and right. hold it in place until the frosting dries, the frosting will never dry. hungry
December 8, 2024 at 12:30 PM
formidable gaps between layers of cake requiring heavy daubs of frosting. spread the frosting even then add another spoonful. spread spread spread then add the next layer. the next layer's slip and sliding left and right. hold it in place until the frosting dries, the frosting will never dry. hungry
the instant the very instant the split second the moment at last when a bend turns to a fold turns to a crease, and the moment the split second the forever where a crease goes back on itself I take it all back but i can't take it back because the paper tears in half. one sheet only, one sheet only!
December 1, 2024 at 10:33 AM
the instant the very instant the split second the moment at last when a bend turns to a fold turns to a crease, and the moment the split second the forever where a crease goes back on itself I take it all back but i can't take it back because the paper tears in half. one sheet only, one sheet only!
small pieces of plastic! colorful plastic! colorful plastic in my hands! please please, take the exclamation points seriously. these are my true feelings, plastic pours into a mold and hardens and it becomes an exclamation point. the memory of the colorful plastic. colorful plastic in my bloodstream
December 1, 2024 at 10:26 AM
small pieces of plastic! colorful plastic! colorful plastic in my hands! please please, take the exclamation points seriously. these are my true feelings, plastic pours into a mold and hardens and it becomes an exclamation point. the memory of the colorful plastic. colorful plastic in my bloodstream
the real pencil, the imaginary pencil, the real pencil sharpener, the imaginary pencil sharpener, the pencil shavings, the real pencil shavings, the imaginary pencil shavings. paper, the real paper, the imaginary paper. the eraser, the real eraser, the imaginary eraser. numbers up and down, numbers
December 1, 2024 at 10:22 AM
the real pencil, the imaginary pencil, the real pencil sharpener, the imaginary pencil sharpener, the pencil shavings, the real pencil shavings, the imaginary pencil shavings. paper, the real paper, the imaginary paper. the eraser, the real eraser, the imaginary eraser. numbers up and down, numbers
hollowed out log hollowed by beetles that is, it's up ahead in plain view. you imagine your foot on the log, your knee bending and straightening, you imagine being taller than you were and then back to the earth again, congratulations. surprise: it's crushed. you fall and there's mud on your clothes
November 23, 2024 at 8:08 PM
hollowed out log hollowed by beetles that is, it's up ahead in plain view. you imagine your foot on the log, your knee bending and straightening, you imagine being taller than you were and then back to the earth again, congratulations. surprise: it's crushed. you fall and there's mud on your clothes
Praiseworthy acts: 1. Being here. 2. A genteel bow. 3. Magic trick with cards or cups. 4. Astuteness. 5. Politeness. 6. Lights dimming and undimming. 7. A heartwarming anecdote. 8. Surprise. 9. The rise and fall of tension. 10. Pratfall. Unacceptable acts: 1. None of the above. 2. Time. 3. Faux pas.
November 20, 2024 at 11:15 PM
Praiseworthy acts: 1. Being here. 2. A genteel bow. 3. Magic trick with cards or cups. 4. Astuteness. 5. Politeness. 6. Lights dimming and undimming. 7. A heartwarming anecdote. 8. Surprise. 9. The rise and fall of tension. 10. Pratfall. Unacceptable acts: 1. None of the above. 2. Time. 3. Faux pas.
wriggle wriggle a finch in a finger and thumb, shriek and squeak, special beak for berries and shells and can't quite peck or bite to save itself. garden shears to bring order and merry silence. soon the neighbors see all the birdhalves scattered in the garden. they avert their eyes and unavert them
November 20, 2024 at 11:10 PM
wriggle wriggle a finch in a finger and thumb, shriek and squeak, special beak for berries and shells and can't quite peck or bite to save itself. garden shears to bring order and merry silence. soon the neighbors see all the birdhalves scattered in the garden. they avert their eyes and unavert them
five of us or six of us, there's no real difference. the five or six in the lifeboat ready to draw straws. i had no reason to look over the edge into the water. i imagined sharks circling, i imagined a beached man o'war undulating slowly and glasslike but there wasn't anything, not even a reflection
November 18, 2024 at 7:34 AM
five of us or six of us, there's no real difference. the five or six in the lifeboat ready to draw straws. i had no reason to look over the edge into the water. i imagined sharks circling, i imagined a beached man o'war undulating slowly and glasslike but there wasn't anything, not even a reflection
i'm staring like statues or paintings stare into the empty field, the foreclosed space of precise dimensions which rests forever before me. absent any process of evolution across the eons to see things, eyes made of paint or marble are at a disadvantage, and with no other senses to pick up the slack
November 18, 2024 at 7:30 AM
i'm staring like statues or paintings stare into the empty field, the foreclosed space of precise dimensions which rests forever before me. absent any process of evolution across the eons to see things, eyes made of paint or marble are at a disadvantage, and with no other senses to pick up the slack
untouchable animals, it's time to cut your nails. come here. you wrestle with me temporarily, blood is drawn lines of blood across my arm perfectly parallel the three, under the hydrogen peroxide they fizzle. you can't destroy the sofa or the drapes anymore. still the empty stomach until later today
November 5, 2024 at 5:14 PM
untouchable animals, it's time to cut your nails. come here. you wrestle with me temporarily, blood is drawn lines of blood across my arm perfectly parallel the three, under the hydrogen peroxide they fizzle. you can't destroy the sofa or the drapes anymore. still the empty stomach until later today
i looked up the word 'antanaclasis' and it didnt solve any problems, so i looked up at the ceiling where a spider was crawling. next, i looked forward. there are precisely 13 directions. if we count the lack of direction (a point where the other axes conjoin harmlessly) there's also a 14th direction
November 5, 2024 at 5:09 PM
i looked up the word 'antanaclasis' and it didnt solve any problems, so i looked up at the ceiling where a spider was crawling. next, i looked forward. there are precisely 13 directions. if we count the lack of direction (a point where the other axes conjoin harmlessly) there's also a 14th direction
inside of things are other things, you know what I mean? yes, you do know - inside of your head, I can see inside it, and inside your head is the sentence "inside of things are other things"—by some miracle we're perfectly synchronized. inside of our miraculous synchrony is something else, etc etc.
November 5, 2024 at 4:59 PM
inside of things are other things, you know what I mean? yes, you do know - inside of your head, I can see inside it, and inside your head is the sentence "inside of things are other things"—by some miracle we're perfectly synchronized. inside of our miraculous synchrony is something else, etc etc.
wrinkles in a sheet of paper, lovingly preserved. we took every wrinkle and the space between every wrinkle. suspended in liquid or pressed in a book. (not sure what color the paper is, something warm I imagine) metal melts at room temperature. pencil marks cause tiny wrinkles too. owing to pressure
November 5, 2024 at 4:53 PM
wrinkles in a sheet of paper, lovingly preserved. we took every wrinkle and the space between every wrinkle. suspended in liquid or pressed in a book. (not sure what color the paper is, something warm I imagine) metal melts at room temperature. pencil marks cause tiny wrinkles too. owing to pressure
a jalapeno filled with cheese. the cheese has always been there. these are cheese jalapenos, a special breed. we catch them with a butterfly net. we sing them lullabies. then we throw them in a pot of boiling water and their shells turn red
November 3, 2024 at 9:43 AM
a jalapeno filled with cheese. the cheese has always been there. these are cheese jalapenos, a special breed. we catch them with a butterfly net. we sing them lullabies. then we throw them in a pot of boiling water and their shells turn red
long strands of woven grass. excuse me - sure they're gold and they're strong, they iridesce from a certain angle in the sunlight, they crackle and sing, but no this isn't grass, this is something different. it didn't grow out of the ground. it was never, not once, a living thing. it was born dead.
November 2, 2024 at 6:29 AM
long strands of woven grass. excuse me - sure they're gold and they're strong, they iridesce from a certain angle in the sunlight, they crackle and sing, but no this isn't grass, this is something different. it didn't grow out of the ground. it was never, not once, a living thing. it was born dead.
formidable little specks, the unwinnable war between the clean white shirt and the specks, tiny red and black specks which are probably insects, biting insects, probably ready to infect you and give you a disease, give your children a disease. some people's shirts are solid black or red already
November 2, 2024 at 6:24 AM
formidable little specks, the unwinnable war between the clean white shirt and the specks, tiny red and black specks which are probably insects, biting insects, probably ready to infect you and give you a disease, give your children a disease. some people's shirts are solid black or red already
but there's a problem. some people, the wrong people, despite words, despite any stated logic, know guns as aesthetic playthings. in dreams there's every opportunity to aim and to fire, to serve and to protect. naturally, imaginary gunfire (originating within the skull) always blows one's brains out
November 2, 2024 at 6:13 AM
but there's a problem. some people, the wrong people, despite words, despite any stated logic, know guns as aesthetic playthings. in dreams there's every opportunity to aim and to fire, to serve and to protect. naturally, imaginary gunfire (originating within the skull) always blows one's brains out
a gun is fundamentally a good thing, because it represents a kind of ultimate utility. more than a mere symbol, it quite literally in both its form and function comes to mean justice. i can make more of an effort, certainly. we should all strive for the truth & clarity of purpose natural to a bullet
November 2, 2024 at 6:09 AM
a gun is fundamentally a good thing, because it represents a kind of ultimate utility. more than a mere symbol, it quite literally in both its form and function comes to mean justice. i can make more of an effort, certainly. we should all strive for the truth & clarity of purpose natural to a bullet