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This hasn’t been written by AI
I visualize a time when we will be to robots what dogs are to humans —Claude Shannon Dr. Chandra, will I dream? —2010: The Year We Make...

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Sep 281 min read


The Fall of the Nature Poet
and when her toddler lost his fingers in the shells, when the plumes arose like fungi— in the grass, mushrooms dotted about the...

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Sep 271 min read


Dinner in Farmingdale
Politicians love to say at the end of the day, like it’s some magical time of epiphany. Why is nothing quite as clear while having lunch?...

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Sep 251 min read


Clark Kent Talks Like a Douche
Superman never made any money Savin' the world from Solomon Grundy And sometimes I despair the world will never see another man like him...

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Sep 253 min read


Triage, or Cursing Samuel Beckett in July, or 96 Hours in Emerg
Your patience is a virtue is wearing thin, making me grind my molars 'til they’re smoothed like lakeshore stones: They’ve been carried by...

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Sep 231 min read


Over the Top
You like potayto, and I like potahto You like tomayto, and I like tomahto —Fred Astaire & Ginger Rogers Let’s Call the Whole Thing Off...

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Sep 221 min read


The Moment That We Fall
Everyone recalls, if they’re lucky, that second they fell in love. When the clouds played spin-the- bottle with the sun. If it rained...

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Sep 201 min read


Armée du salut
The problem after funerals is the cleansing, the closets of donations never dropped at Sally Ann. Montreal: a trinity of peaks in le...

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Sep 171 min read


The Baby, Albeit…
Maybe I mirror you, in ways of unawares, as your mobile carousels above your head, a monitor that ensures you’re sleeping soundly, a roll...

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Sep 81 min read


Popsicles, or The Architect’s Son
You’re drunk on gin again. Claiming you’re designing the world’s tallest building , in the dirt of his own backyard, that the heavens’...

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Sep 61 min read


Mostly Cloudy, or Celestron XXVI
My telescope has languished in the closet. It’s too cold to take it out. They say it’s gonna rain. It’s balmy in the summer— but the...

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Sep 41 min read


Par Quatre
I hate KitKat bars. I could leave this poem at that, but then I’d get the infernal why? So I’ll lay it on the table with its wrapper: I...

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Sep 31 min read


Kereniki & Dunne, Chartered Accountants
The office is by the railyard, a whipped- up sheath of brick, undeniably not art deco, the cost of rent a happy medium. Sure, there’s the...

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Sep 11 min read


Hippies
We evolved, we like to state, since the days we fell from highs; fled our bareness & our beads; stayed at home in lieu of marching;...

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Sep 11 min read


On "Less is More"
The best advice I’ve heard is leave them wanting more. As a result, my poems from here on in will be abrupt. Succinct. Truncated like a...

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Aug 301 min read


The First Time
It’s like the first time you fall in love. You don’t ever love a woman quite like that again. —Montgomery Scott, “Relics” Star Trek:...

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Aug 291 min read


View from the 7th Floor
Families have been starving both in Gaza and Sudan— and yes, a bunch of other places, and I’m complaining my bananas have been bruised. I...

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Aug 291 min read


Procrastination
Tomorrow is my favourite day of the week. No— make it my entire life— the day I’ll rise with a burst, as though I’d swigged some Red...

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Aug 261 min read


The Sacagawea Dollar
I’ve heard the bee is dying out, i’bi mŭ you called it in Shoshone, this summer lacking the drone of other years, when it was the two ...

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Aug 221 min read


Cessation, or The Flautist
Every tulip prostrate in expired respiration. The crowning vault of dolphins before entanglement in nets. A painter’s irrevocable stroke...

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Aug 201 min read
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