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Untitled: Mobile I don’t remember the last time I was even tempted to call something ceremonial. My throat is empty. I’m a faint smell in an old couch, cattle cold and brimming with leaves and frost. I step into the earth and the earth holds me like an
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedThe alley, going on The neighbors put down astro-turf and had a wild party. Heads turn like potted plants, hunched, hideous. Cosmology makes me suck my teeth. Body is a shape that holds. A dead fish, a cookbook swollen
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Every time I start writing something about the US election, I stop myself. More than enough has been said about it, and I don’t have anything to offer beyond emphasis; some analysis rings true to me, some is spurious, a depressing amount is delusional. It’s whatever. I’ve
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedImpressions: Park at night Are the planets always in a line like that? Indifferent dogs alone in the road? Tankless, with broken bowls? Hmph. Different forms of behavior are fun da men tal to their nature. A tiny blond ha
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One of Carson Cistulli’s old poems describes time travel in its “cheapest, most efficient form” like waiting for a sharply hit ground-ball rather than charging it, and rushing the play. Invoking baseball’s “long, long season” in the same breath as he describes a particular approach to one
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The Rat Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedI want to achieve unimaginable fame. I see no downside to celebrity, & don’t buy the gripes. I’d still dream of my body buckling under its bottom rib. The sun would still blight the slope of
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Afternoon Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedIn the plane of the window there’s a still field of sheep and wind stirring only the top of the only tree. The afternoon mild, an ice cube cracking in a glass of water and lemon. Summer thunderstorms
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It’s a Friday, and the vibe is weird. Some thoughts as I sit and wait for a mattress to be delivered: Luka Dončić and Kyrie Irving are asymmetrical basketball players: Irving adding flourishes of an arabesque to his every movement, adding a dramatic flair to even a barely contested
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Milad Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedOne nervous night a woman darkened in her hat, her voice like coldwet grass, sticks in the backyard told me, get a haircut. I burned, tracing heroic names in the familiar rough sofa embrace of desire, while Frank talked
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Casket of blankets Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedI must have seen myself in the glass. A comet flare, bouquet of beggars. Jackie’s unseen, opens like a cat opens the toilet door. Penny sips, heavy-eyed in her hour of pain, photoshops this curve,
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After writing my last blog, I noticed that I lost a few subscribers. I’ve made no secret of my support for the liberation of Palestine, which is a contentious stance in some circles, so the dip in my already modest numbers was unsurprising, and of course everybody is free
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Like many millennial Americans on the left today, I can point to the election of Donald Trump in 2016 as the moment that began my political awakening. My relationship to politics before that was anodyne and unremarkable: I grew up in a liberal, middle class household in a Boston suburb,