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Into the Headland: February 2011

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Tuesday, February 22, 2011. Monday, February 7, 2011. Is for the doctors. And the dreams are for the teeming. The teams for sports and reams of courtroom papers. The gone ingrain sings long in training. A slim machine is freezing rain. And now i've got such. Brain it's almost broken each railroad tie. One neck one sends to the tracks. One brother never comes back. This code is doltish. And a coat i wear. To keep my skin suit. From coming up for air. And the dry cleaners sing obla-living-on-a-de-da-prayer.

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Into the Headland: April 2011

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Saturday, April 30, 2011. Five dollars in the crisper. The gang signs off on the receiver. And all that can be played now. Is card games, or lite jams. Adults contemporaneously get up. At night to go to the bathroom. And are depressed by light. And how long it takes to get. The bed back to their perfect form. One body in soot makes a clothespin look kind. Another way of outsmarting the fox. Is by simply turning. All the waterfalls are moaning now. And bad-eyed gladys just stares out the window. Still no ...

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Into the Headland

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Tuesday, January 29, 2013. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I'm a clepto. This is for that. It's supposed to help. I'm going to steal a cat next and then some cereal. View my complete profile. Poem up on a wall in Arlington. Poetry Lab w/Paul Siegell and Dan Collins. Reading with Sommer Browning at Chop Suey Books. Steven Allen May (Chap*books). Plus the Valley of Conductive Reasoning. Handsome Vol. 2. H ngm n 8. H ngm n 10. I Thought I Was New Here. Poets for Living Waters.

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Into the Headland: July 2010

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Friday, July 9, 2010. The spacing the days take, i'd take pictures and post some semblance how. The pacing the day stake, to set wood into the chest. Back in slats, the way of holding a treasure: one heart gold, the next leaden, the fourth a mirror of questions. It is raining or about to rain. The green shutters eye their closed window. In another hour the churches will shake off mounds of pigeon. In the museum the art work strikes. Minus signs and waving. Tuesday, July 6, 2010. As the start of monstering.

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Into the Headland: January 2011

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Sunday, January 30, 2011. A Pair of Teeth and WIDE NIGHT. If anyone who reads this is in DC during the upcoming AWP, Flying Guillotine Press authors will be reading at two offsite readings later in the week. Matt Sadler will read at Iota Club and Cafe in Arlington on Thursday night. And on Friday Sasha Steensen and Mark Horosky will be reading at Wonderland Ballroom in Columbia Heights. A Pair of Teeth (Aperatif) Iota Club and Cafe 2832 Wilson Blvd. Arlington VA 22201 7:30-2AM. Tuesday, January 18, 2011.

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Into the Headland: September 2010

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Sunday, September 19, 2010. Can be said with re: or. Bah, like canoe. No. All this is just posture. Ok? Am I to become the ones and jingle? Thin bills and a pocket groped coin. No. Again. Ennui. Underling. Things for fingers to burrow into. A series of small mittens. Ok. Now to the kitten. It's sunny out and almost fall. I have yet to watch a full football game. And the boy cat pounces at our feet like a coyote when we move them under the covers. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile.

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Into the Headland: January 2013

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Tuesday, January 29, 2013. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). I'm a clepto. This is for that. It's supposed to help. I'm going to steal a cat next and then some cereal. View my complete profile. Poem up on a wall in Arlington. Poetry Lab w/Paul Siegell and Dan Collins. Reading with Sommer Browning at Chop Suey Books. Steven Allen May (Chap*books). Plus the Valley of Conductive Reasoning. Handsome Vol. 2. H ngm n 8. H ngm n 10. I Thought I Was New Here. Poets for Living Waters. We Are So Happy To Know Something.

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LuVV EXizTz – for Y, who knows me where i do not know me, who i know, where she imperceptibly senses, of her self fragilizing self, | a poetics of confusions

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LuVV EXizTz – for Y, who knows me where i do not know me, who i know, where she imperceptibly senses, of her self fragilizing self,. May 15, 2015. What I dream I had:. Pressed in organdy;. Clothed in crinoline of smoky Burgundy;. Softer than the rain. I wandered empty streets. Down past the shop displays. I heard cathedral bells. Tripping down the alley ways,. As I walked on. And when you ran to me. Your cheeks flushed with the night. We walked on frosted fields of juniper and lamplight,. I held your hand.

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(drafts (of possible)) dabs towards an ethics / poetics of violent confusion / confused violence | a poetics of confusions

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Drafts (of possible) dabs towards an ethics / poetics of violent confusion / confused violence. May 22, 2015. DRAFTS OF DABS PDF. One thought on “ (drafts (of possible) dabs towards an ethics / poetics of violent confusion / confused violence. Pingback: multiple failure: halberstam / white diamond: herzog a poetics of confusions. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). Notify me of new comments via email.

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Sum places we are bin; or, ode to a future past perfect | a poetics of confusions

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Sum places we are bin; or, ode to a future past perfect. May 15, 2015. You will not have seen me vice verses. I final scene i count the bend. A roaring force inchoate ever. About to be beginning flickers. Into diminishing returns at its most. Loudest blinding enveloping point. The gum i flick i try ter pry from finger to. The world squelches remaining indexes together. A silent congregation of muck and stretch. The uncounted HD vintage moments. That never quite took place and engraved. This is the time f...