Friday, December 18, 2015

John M. Bennett

Jim Leftwich

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it perceptible melancholy
tortilla technocratic ruinous
muttering consciousness etude
Ninja traffic drenched
synchronized subsumes equal
tandem elaboration it wish
and mantelpiece sequence
tattoo animated
sputtering gold indoors  
presentiment cough mix mask
proletarian dissipates
point automatic sunlight
it aesthete rippling meat
volume brandishing thingks
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automatic sunlight
aesthete rippling meat
luxuriant cacophonous
perceptible melancholy
technocratic ruinous
consciousness etude
traffic drenched
subsumes equal
elaboration it wish
mantelpiece sequence
animated gold indoors   
brandishing thingks
ensemble firefly invention

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luxuriant melancholy
technocratic etude
traffic equal mix
mask dissipates
elaboration it
sequence animated gold
thingks ensemble firefly

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technocratic homogeneous etude
traffic equal homogeneous mix
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luxuriant practitioners melancholy
technocratic aesthetics etude
traffic equal formulate mix
mask status-qo dissipates
elaboration gathering it
sequence animated critics gold
thingks ensemble backgrounds firefly

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luxuriant language practitioners melancholy
technocratic language aesthetics etude
traffic language equal formulate mix
mask language status-quo dissipates
elaboration language gathering it
sequence language animated critics gold
thingks language ensemble backgrounds firefly

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luxuriant modes practitioners melancholy
technocratic dialogue aesthetics etude
traffic space equal formulate mix
mask spice status-quo dissipates
elaboration facilitated gathering it
sequence conversation animated critics gold
thingks provoke ensemble backgrounds firefly

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future trends etude crucial transpires
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formulate initial conditions mix
mask strange attractors spice status-quo
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navigate automatic time rippling
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Wednesday, September 9, 2015

Володимир Білик

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Tuesday, September 8, 2015

Jim Leftwich

Call It Anything, said Miles Davis
"orthography is syntax"


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special coat
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art historians on
the barge of the
soud, during styles
and abstract snacks.
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universal salad
sails snail, fearless
and dilution, the
lake. dolls dripping
the granite bird
sepul-vi ephemeral
one explained
broader, window
onto the continuous
road, who lessons
less their lettuce.
lest there lettuce,
tracks howling by
a future, heft is
a smoke to, paper
decolonized, in
conversation with
your secular dreams.
resurfad fashi
discussior are-futu
liber consumerist,
agenda after whid
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same Bermuda
rectangles of
capitalist art,
told you last week
just as plain as
a man can speak,
equanimity parallel
intellects recombine
overt lettersponge
"Coat of the Deft"
an heralde
therefore whose
the initia, radicak
or cereal they,
among o theat fire.
changing clang a
sound-fire the
tubes the hose the
interfere referee
the cr slowly
referent how each
peach beach
approaches poached
and contr varietyx
in the sea snoring
shores, direct
laundry, on our
toes and running
between the four
sonnets, bowling
lotion, boiling
notions in keeping
with the city
(idea) capital A
nothing but the
question their
expects in events
standardized by
there forms
between social
as coinciding
ever sinc by the
spiders, streets,
enclosure of the
bones blossom on
the corner at

Monday, August 24, 2015

Bogdan Puslenghea

my beautiful vertigo
on the wrong side of 
the fence
with guilt
and tenderness
my thorn is your thorn
flesh within flesh
of the night of the light of the world
low-key and unstable
as gods
they decide
who's in who's out
and who's not not

Thursday, July 30, 2015

Casey Bush - 1 early`80s & 1 2015

Old Man Scrubbing Graffiti from the Library Wall

Enraptured progenitor of consensus
What mushrooms ring your tree?
What faded flowers do you wear in your hair?
                What possibly can be learned from poetry
That isn’t already written in the lines on your face?

Sacrifice the firmament in the name of revenue
                Lower the skies until all panoramas collide
Drink from the river until it runs dry
And then retreat to a mountain top citadel
Where pious folk seek desolation
Where men of granite tremble before thunder
And their women weed gardens without crops

As Splendor is superior to Veracity
As latitudes will continue to meander
As there’s no arrogance that can prevent erosion
All you need to know is in your own mind
And all you need to subsist is at your fingertips
Old age can wait until it’s too late
Keep silent about tomorrow’s incandescence
Keep silent about the power of music
Gray hair on your head
Has more color than can be imagined
Without the light of day

Saturday, July 25, 2015

Jake Berry

To paraphrase
the mockingbird
the devil
made fast
with a hacksaw
and carved
a masterpiece
of industry

Friday, July 24, 2015

Mark Sargent

“the family tree more like kudzu”

climbing, coiling, trailing, perennial—
subtle the morphological differences between them
they can breed together
they can transgender the gene pool by
plunging in from the high dive
and penetrating the bug-ridden skin—
spreads via stolons, roots at the nodes
and by rhizomes you will know their territory, or lack of,
under-coded multiplicities broken and beginning,
partitive, parallel, prolonged, a trace
a biology clinging to the surface.

They are slaughtering goats in Artemesia.
Aunts and uncles, cousins and the like
gathered in the orchard to cut some goat throat,
afterwhich you hang them from an olive branch to drain.
Insert a bit of surgical tubing in an incision in the hide
and blow, inflate that mutha so he’s easy to skin.

Still breed and spread.
The sun goes that way, so do they
to Canada, America, a Hamburg convenience store
a place to forget and inch forward
one slice at a time.
Hold the anchovies, they are just too old world
for Topeka.

Not tree but map
in the middle coiling,
snapping in the air,
an over-pressured hose
spitting rainbows through the sun.

Friday, July 17, 2015

Rob Gourley

The Classmate’s Boast

Rico said he spoke with Guiliana
the day the bike race came through Terni.
She was in the crowd near top of the steps,
watching the stream of riders on wheels
gliding by like an oversize, glossy anaconda.

I don’t believe the boast of Rico Camargo.
He told me he shared tall lemonades
on the terrace with Guiliana and her friend,
after the peloton rounded corner,
making ready to climb Monte Terminillo.

Skinflint’s Day Off

  You could see it coming – the thrust from upper buttocks thru thighs & calves & footpads to the pedals, the increasing pace on bursts, warily gauging the opponents’ weakening stamina.  I did, from the couch, as they climbed
Mt. Etna on racing bicycles [stage 9, 2011 Giro d’Italia], that afternoon Alberto Contador rose to an emphatic lead.

  My wife comes into the room about the time Contador completes the day’s victory, and I’m blipping to a National Geographic program.  “We could make shrimp paella, or do I mean the other one, polenta?” she says.

  Responding to her, I turn away from the arrival of noisy toucans on television, which is rousing a nocturnal micoleon from its jungle sleep on a canopy limb.  “What?  Do you have prawns?”

  “We could go out and get some.  I already have corn meal and everything else.”

  “OK.  I can do that.  Now, or whenever you’re ready.”  A large conveyor, which rumbles in the background all hours with rock to be broken into gravel, is audible from across the river as we go out to the Mitsubishi, and Johnny Mercer’s lyric is in my head.  I’m with you always, come rain or come shine.

after J. Joyce & G. Perec

Dabbler dares bed

a barrel racer.

Her cable care red,

rare sable has hare.

Sunday, July 5, 2015

Dan Raphael


As if the background is jittery & the subjects hearts arent beating,
a vibratory stillness like a traffic jam inside an antenna cause what is metal
if not an urban core traffic jam  where the cars have been still so long
we begin to remodel the interiors, add shelves and seating that converts into a bed.

the mirror sees more than i do, an ambidextrous world, a ceiling of salad
we can thin and  keep growing, mutant basil hypnotizing our appetites,
kale big enough to make clothes from, inspirational radishes—
if only i could sweat oil and vinegar, if garlic was still legal—where you going
with that large wooden bowl, begging for surplus pages, for consensual binding,

when the story could have started yesterday or before we were born
but page 1 is always now, the cover is a cover, thinking the shirt will fit until i put it on
and have to negotiate before i can be naked again, hurting my wrist when i try to roll up a sleeve,
how i got here is a stain near my crotch, the safest way to ride a bicycle is to remove the seat
and pedal with someone elses moccasins. As new building compress the streets
cars can no longer pass & freeways become so wide lane stripes are whimsy, oppression,
whether self- or outwardly imposed.

             you can get there from here but do you want to.
visualizing your destination makes it easier to arrive but harder to be on time.
here’s a picture form 3 years from now, horizon contaminated by 100 year yeast,
we’re teaching bread to photosynthesize, fermenting beer with beef and peanuts,
distilling abandoned refrigerators and stacking them like wine in uncontrolled environments—
bottling is always painful, like migraine e-mails, tumor coupons, buy one get another
through your window, maybe without breaking it, window emulating my smile by widening,
as if my eyes learned to zoom. As if what was holding back my unifying vision of our world
was my glasses, like trying to walk through a busy mall with someone elses prescription,
since you wont see disaster coming why bother to look, i was teleported but didn’t know it yet,
couldn’t see what i couldn’t imagine, where i needed my bones and nerves
but not my skin or thirst, where your hunger is what you’re paid for, your palates preferences.
the natives have no word for when and sound here works mostly like light used to
more than i’ve ever heard through my skeleton, memory, my mouth never closes,
my eyes are channel in channel in evefy corner nuanced or growth, when i know i’m walking straight ahead
 but make a circle on the placid lake i’m walking, feet loose but agile