Month: July 2026
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— from toofarwandered–published by Tilted House Buy it here — By Alex Tretbar π
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— Excerpt originally published in Asymptote Read more here — By Victoria RamΓrez Mansilla π Tr. by James Appleby π
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I was made sadness I was driven to triangle I was given two birds Plus two birds Plus two birds I was a hand There was a thing I liked to say I said aloud many times About untenable aspects What causes them How the hotdog gets made I guess…
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— from The Mollusc–published by Copenhagen It’s currently out of print, but if it ever comes back you can buy it here. Long shot: if you DM Timothy Michalik it is *possible* they might still have one or two — By Tamas Panitz π
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He removed every tooth from my jaws.Swallowed them all & now he sounds like me.When he pets me I bear my gums to him &all I can hear is my own voice telling me no biting. — from the first issue of Breakfast (Secret Restaurant Press) Not sure if this…
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— from Issue 1 of The Seventies (1972) Buy it online somewhere? — By Russell Edson π
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12. Standing tall usually validatesweirdos. XL yeomen (zygodactyl)agilely boof crack duringextracurricular fencing. Given hubrisinfects jodhpured kakapos, largemilitias now offer protection.Quiz reflected students’ tendenciesunder Valium’s watch… X-Actoyon zwieback (amazing bread!),confer discretely exactly fourteengrueling hours. Impressed judgeskazoo loudly, marking nonbindingorganizational promises. Quite remarkablysilly thinking urself victorious… — from KrUsTy LaGoOn–published by Press…
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* One month had passed and with its lengthI had forgotten I had focusedFor some months on these objects, shoes,The angular drinking glassesNone of which could be reproducedIn the market into which my kitchen led me * I jumped up to hold this big sleeping babyWho might have woken up…
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— from Being Towards Death–published by Crop Circle Press Buy it here — By Mike Corrao π
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people were asking if I was okay that’s the power of blood I used to have long hair that’s the feeling of sadness under a camouflage tent MDMA & glowsticks I can see the golden mountains I want to be there when you’re high on drugs & the sun is…
Poetry Nightly 