Monthly Archives: August 2010

Could I but leave words + go swooning down the red dawning light by Robert Basilisk

Robert Basilisk writes and stares out of windows in Portland. For the record he is a Visceral Realist. please drunk on rice wine in the evening the talk turns towards writing and writers, a sad lot, leastwise while young, like … Continue reading

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Subtitles by Sam Gustafason III

Confused, aren’t we? seconds last twice as long during the work week and half as long on my days off. all these people I’ve known all the people I’ve been. deny me a kiss in a vegan cafe, while local … Continue reading

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Schadenfreudy

This was in that wad of years wrapped sufficiently snugly to the millennium to wick and exude its obviousness. Citizens like us were surprised very little by the blunt and glancing knocks humanity was taking in the news; most people … Continue reading

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prisoners

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Interregnum

“afraid that it’s going to whisk itself away just as quickly, in a frothing pattern of days that bubble up and trickle away in succession, but in patterns you can’t identify without looking backwards at cumulative months, curling and popping like sea foam amidst the din of every day regiment.” Continue reading

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imaginary bridge

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Am I Syd Barrett? by Brian Hardie

Women leave me because I am crazy. At least honestly I can pronounce. My neurotic shift in change is an unstable scare to their ego and control, and I understand it. At the least I am good in bed; when … Continue reading

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Suicide as a kind of present

emotionally                                                                         hard time indeed                                                 self    mask Defense                        tennis cup boy            Parmenides on                                                             a portion of Lethe            esque                                    Mushrooms                                    despair         floating … Continue reading

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Correspondence – featuring Jonathan Schmalz & Axe Handle Collective

A yellow finch Announcing spring Sings to the breeze A joyful hymn Yellow black and white all over Whistling winter song Desiring dawn But night is closer Beckoning on *** Dear Jonathan, Not quite what we are looking for. The … Continue reading

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8/8 Genres & Apocrypha from My Day at the Library

ARMCHAIR DETECTIVE BLACK DETECTIVE CRIME NOIR ETHNIC DETECTIVE FEMALE DETECTIVE GAY/LESBIAN DETECTIVE HISTORICAL MYSTERY LEGAL CRIME NOVEL POLICE PROCEDURAL REGIONALIZATION RELIGIOUS MYSTERIES ROMANTIC SUSPENSE MYSTERY SPY THRILLER WOMEN OF MYSTERY (A special award given for outstanding achievement in the mystery … Continue reading

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