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I had a massive bun . . .

. . . but I chopped it in order to lighten my head. All that hair was a frenzied mad mass of paradoxical anxieties, half-baked hypotheses, edited-but-not-gone ramblings, and the ghosts of essays past. As one friend said: That is … Continue reading

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To Dotty, With Love.

Today is about taking back power, and you may interpret that as you like. Sometimes things are better coded, close, and as secret as the inside skin of a wrist, slipping out of sleeves only if you are close enough … Continue reading

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Context, Bowering, Where I’m At, and Some Solicitation

I have been asked to give context to the last post, the found poem, which I find at least marginally hilarious and quite tender. To the ones who accuse me of opacity! I know how you feel. I’m reading Bowering’s … Continue reading

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found poem, overheard: in which she takes his hand across the table while he talks about Occupy

Everyone there was so full of love. And care. It was really beautiful. Anyway it was really intense. And there was this crazy shooting. This kid got shot.┬áIt was really sad. Oh well. Anyway tell me about your travels. Oh … Continue reading

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