puwetry

Is it just me, or has spam really become more poetic all of a sudden? “subjugato,” by Rosangela Rubino (seems to know anything about. The more I discover about it — the more it) station twelve in two minutes. We are now in parking orbit. One minute heavy stakes into the ground with sledgehammers, backed by the thud of I...
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My copy of Geraldine Kim’s Povel sits invitingly on the table. The reason for this said interpellation is the very fact that its cover has been gently caressed into a come-hither curl, the said curl aided by the lucky confluence of two forces: one, by the manual endeavors of human hands, i.e., mine, and...
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So a bunch of us in blogland have been keeping quiet about the Poeta’s big secret for maybe over a month now — but now the secret’s finally out (scroll to the bottom). What the Poeta didn’t link to on her blog entry, however, was the list of former James Laughlin Award winners — the...
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Damn. It’s hot & humid & sweaty & sticky & I’m sitting here in Los Banos all alone & I’m reading Angelo Suarez’s Else It Was Purely Girls & I swear to god every other poem in his collection is about cunnilingus. Curse you Angelo Suarez! And curse you too for & your sweaty palms, slightly...
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From E.E. Evans-Pritchard’s Witchcraft, Oracles and Magic among the Azande (1937): Thus when six or seven of the sons of Prince Rikita were entrapped in a ring of fire and burnt to death when hunting cane-rats their death was undoubtedly due to witchcraft. And from Ron Silliman: “Turk Street News” was the name a porn...
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A Reading by Oscar Peñaranda and Barbara Jane Reyes Thursday, November 4, 2004, at 4:00 pm Richard Oakes Multicultural Center Cesar Chavez Student Center, San Francisco State University Oscar Peñaranda was born in the seacoast town of Barugo on the island of Leyte, Philippines. He earned his B.A. (in Literature) and M.A. (Creative Writing) at San Francisco State University where...
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Eileen Tabios’s Reproductions of the Empty Flagpole is an endless swoon. Reading it puts you in a state of suspension — to misquote her, “an emotion you will welcome as a discovery.” Like a flag torn from its moorings, borne aloft, knowing no nation, just the wind, her poetry is the essence of sensual...
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You will inherit a large sum of money. You will be surrounded by many friends. Your persistence will be rewarded. You will have great successes in life this year. You will give up and ask for a fork.
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Tuck under thumb    and hold firmly. Add second chopstick    hold it as you hold a pencil. Hold first chopstick in original position. Move the    second one up    and down. Now you can pick up anything.
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(what remains) A scrape. A breath.
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