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Privet
You’d be surprised how little freshmen question things if you great them with a confident “Privet!”
My World Tour
In Russia by the arctic pole / a nut can brood and have a soul. / A soulful nutshell there may tan / the hide for fun of any man.
The poem goes on…
Literalization
I’ll admit I sometimes entertain the horrid suspicion that the sky has fallen and crushed us.
Editors’ Letter
To us, it would be just as much of a shame if you spent your life siloed with comrades as if you gave up the commitments that made you want comradery so badly.
I Was An Internet Catholic
At a time when the older avant-gardes come across as tired, co-opted, and insufficient responses to contemporary crises, Weird Catholic Twitter feels like a true counter-culture.
To Wait for You
the street will be full of stifling,
muttering horse weed after you leave
Eleme Men
Their compensation is determined entirely by the speed with which they deliver. This gives them a unique, scrambling gait, as they shift between different states of panic.
Cucaracha
The still circle of them looked to me like a gathering of Soviets in brown greatcoats around a fire.
Christmas 2019
In this country, it is an epidemic of loneliness is what I call it. Like a sickness that spreads. Yes, especially with the elderly.
Don’t Leave Your Room
Don't leave your room, don't make a mistake.
What do you need the sun for, if you've got cigs?
Exam
If you’re so afraid of death, why do you take such bad care of your body?
Middle Voice
Oil sounds. Moon sounds. Mud sounds.
Moon pool with nobody
All cops are bastards.
Stinctual Summons
In a dusking parking lot, he steps too far and his stride springs back, adhering to the substrate that sticks of a certain property in Kansas.
Proposal for the Yearly Construction and Destruction of Skyscrapers
We immortalize a dream for a few years, with something that looks like a phallus no matter what it is supposed to represent, and then we tear it down.
A True Story of Twenty-first Century Jazz
I am from outer space and YOU cannot know ME! Give me money or I will hurt your ears!
Smoke (after Thoreau)
Cash crops made a life more bituminous
For a continent who found the middle
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Found footage. Search img and filter for today's uploads.
Notes from the Cave
Notes from nine months in Moscow, teaching creative writing to people transitioning to life after prison, and people in a homeless shelter called Noah’s Home of Industriousness.
The World About Nothing
The rose company is back in business. The rotten tomato company has never worried about business!
Antinous: A Procession-Play
An ancient procession play set under the Jane Byrne Interchange.
Change the Color of the Sky
WHEREAS, the sky is the same color every day, and
WHEREAS, the sky need not be the same color every day
The Paradise Papers
Let’s get coffee some time _ Truth serum scarce
How many cops / Pink recovery
Work Poems
Human beings are horrible bat-monsters, flying around using sonar, hoarding rotten food in their coat pockets, scratching insults into bathroom walls, having sex with dead people etc.
What must be done?
One to Mix the Mortar, One to Shape the Bricks
i yell over the drone of machines to keep the word chicago
out your mouth
The Theme Restaurant At the End of History
Decadence looks around, sees nothing but rotten fruit, and gathers it in sticky armfuls to distill into liqueur. It does this in an informedly fatalist manner, taking pride in its self-awareness but without the hope that such insight will provide any way forward.
The Work of Tragedy in the Spirit of Music
Michael Jackson wasn’t just a musician, but a musical divinity. This is less charitable than it sounds.
Dadspotting and Its Discontents
Sad, young, online people talk about Marianne Williamson, about their parents, and about animals with the same pathos with which one mourns a lost childhood.