Plaguevestal.

scries scrolloping bleeze-leam
in the screwfly tufa
clench cicalatide
rural whiff or rough patch
array thick of playdough

fields where blackbirds bleed so
the bliss heroes whisper
clench cicalatide
pale cerulean pearlmelt

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Deep dive into the 1985 Best Actress Oscar race.

Miralax scrolloping
scree bubbles, bug summer
sugar on a shoestring
Ingsoc meets Hvergelmir

   scrolloping
wagtail through cicada dusk
Toki Pona Tacoma
coma with hokey rayhusk

25 or 6 to 4.

"The inside of the vampire's coffin is sky blue, painted with clouds, and suns as numerous as stars. Remembered daylight, more intense than ours" --@ctrlcreep.bsky.social

Petrova Gora memorial.

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Free Solo.

"I think the greatness of Beckett, really, is that deep and lifelong profound disgust with art."

- Philip Guston in conversation with Clark Coolidge via @alinaetc.bsky.social

Exile Elegy.

bad maze · vict'ry over the dirt
bad maze · vict'ry over the dirt
cerulean runnelled · with rare thwarts

Synergy Park · i parried a book or two
forget all that · thugwork prouding now

say masked Gestapo · as i mull a green signal
say masked Gestapo · story that breaks the teller
cerulean rulebook · wrought iron railing

on a twig carved · cold news of a twist
light in the underpass · ailerons up
the whales' tools · in the whales' house
tornado statue

Scrolloping. (link to pdf)

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Finding new asteroids.

"LANDSCAPE with urnbeings.
Conversations
from smokemouth to smokemouth.

They eat:
the bedlamite's truffle, a piece
unburied poetry,
found tongue and tooth.

A tear rolls back into its eye.

The left, orphaned
half of the pilgrim-
mussel—they gave it to you,
then they bound you—
listening it illuminates the space:

the clinkergame against death
can begin."

--Joris's Celan

Glossy Footprints, Oxford Road.

"VENUS (Palindrome-Haiku)

Pure Venus, asleep,
slid off a daffodil’s peels,
a sun ever up."

--@anthonyetherin.bsky.social

Orcas can use tools now.

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A guide to long narrative poems in modern English alliterative verse .

"... when there is a war the years are longer that is to say the days are longer the months are longer the years are much longer but the weeks are shorter that is what makes a war."

—Gertrude Stein via @zeeshanpathan.bsky.social

Signs the Frog has been Boiled.

'"path of attainment, path of remorse"

   whist stakes tilt
the strict fiction
   toaster scrape
telling morning
   gate left loose
red sky scowling
   sung the trout
or the troutlet
   whist stakes tilt

Vania Has Brided a Serpent by the Beard and Rides Through Town.

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"This is my 'serious' face."

"SOLSTICE (Aelindrome in Pi to 13 digits)
3141592653589

Solstice:
new, it evokes
old needs
and raw senses.

Sun rids us:
what binds us
bids us.

What sunrise saw
sends and reevokes.

Old, new…
it entices Sol."

--@anthonyetherin.bsky.social

"She used turpentine to completely erase eleven versions of this painting."

"A sense of the self has never been my strongest suit: I deemed it no dishonour that I was being dismantled." --A Little Stranger

Empathy.

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"Yazd is one of the oldest cities in the world, with some of the oldest buildings in the world."

As if Pluto's moon was named after Cioran.

A thing that scurries away when the lights come on.

"B1BL3_B@SH
gristle-whisperered guru,
huffs cope dust
from copper-plated relics.
eyes: captcha scars,
tongue: brandmark babble.

pitches salvation
in torn sachets,
preaches vape-flare psalms
on fake influencer reels.

collects disciples
like money-off coupons
then
holy-ghosts them."

--@thedevilstune.bsky.social

"This was Bacon County, Georgia, where in those days 'it was not unusual for a man to shoot at his wife,' as he wrote in his memoir A Childhood: The Biography of a Place. 'It was only unusual if he hit her'." (via aldaily)

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Smell of Gnomon Hague.

word sherpa waystation
assailed by snapshot infall
waxwing sift
a plethora of plantforms

the old car still carries
i ply catalysts
that lurk at arm's length
like amenable monsters

loom massacres
in any august mirror
the world no less nagged by
our own negligence

one more weaponized waystation

Sunday Morning.

"having a tumble
winter grey
in the eyes of that caged bird
for a while"

--@poemexe.com

More ICE in LA.

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One, World, Wound.

"The book was intended to be bought rather than read; it was a category book of gossip, easier to write than a bird book or a tree book and less resistible. People have no certain profile in flight and no certain season of falling sap, so research need not be exhaustive." —Candia McWilliam, A Little Stranger

Matthew.

"conjunction of portents"

lonesome echo answered
illness betimes kilnward
the trash over-travelled
betrayed by slate lightning

the gaunt god of winter
again churns in turnstiles
the sole bleeze-leam limbec
collects cracks of knackswelt

Urgent Endeavor.

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"I continue not to really understand the impulses behind the creation of artificial languages, but I have come to respect them and the people who give them such devotion."

roost horizon buster
caressed blank anchor

wizard's womb stymie
or wasteland scree-season

the bark-bandwidth pundits
baling thrum all summer

& i of irks shaky
—all in the fool gulag

"Indeed it’s becoming more apparent in studies of neo-avant-garde poetics that far from merely embracing vers libre, something closer to vers sévère well-encapsulates the practice of some of the most inventive poets mid-to-late century."

"Will I understand World War 3 if I didn’t see the first two?" --@giandoh.bsky.social

Syv Cirkler.

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Tiny book made from two paper tea wrappers.

"16% of covid deaths worldwide happened in the US. a country with about 4% of the world population if you were curious just how uniquely bad America handled things." --@stepback.nebula.tv

Carrion.

tasting bunker busters

bulldoze the Rose Garden

Krampus wins the nobel peace prize, detailed oil painting, edward hopper.

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"I began a kinda tongue-in -cheek modern day Rune Poem..."

   urnruning
noon without tourniquet

are there errands remaining
in the grain of the hairpin

Rionnard.

"Man, it's like our country was built on an old Indian burial ground or something." --@jesus-and-butthead.bsky.social

In the Mojave.