Category Archives: Oulipostal

Google Apocalypse

All being ceases. Deserts electrify. Friends glow. Averted birth canals. Dried energies. Fickle gravities. Armageddon beckons. Creation destroys. Ever flown? Golden Asses. Baby Christs. Demons everywhere. Flu germs. Awaiting buzzsaws. Cockroaches, darling. Ever fired guns? Affirmative. But can’t decide: Enough … Continue reading

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From 30 Things

wake up and out feed cats, close windows, A/C kicks on, start coffee * breakfast is cold cereal, OJ, vitamins, bowls and spoons, sugar, cream, kitchen light * off to work. Refer to previous post. Scratch at ankle, knee, last … Continue reading

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Whoever goes, Listen

Whoever goes, goes. Personally, see, I don’t. Not anymore. Too late for me. That’s not to say I don’t think about it, but hey, Let’s face it; I’m beat. Like you don’t know how. Whoever goes, Listen. I’m telling you: … Continue reading

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Students

Students. Students talk. Students talk about students’ talk, about politics and students’ talk about politics and sex, how they’re kind of the same thing, sprinkled with “right” and “like” and “yeah,” not so much in the what but how they’re … Continue reading

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Sestina (with some extra rules)

A baby crawls across a busy intersection, gets away from speeding cars as a woman watches from a cafe. Love, an old dog, brings baby back, sets it down on the woman’s lap. Their breath eases. The dog limps outside, … Continue reading

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B=A=R=R=Y=B=O=N=D=S (new and improved)

A sorry day– as orb soars, boss bans boy-boobs and body by NASA. “So sad!” say Bay dads and sons; sobs adorn rosary. “Darn!” broods bard. “Yabba dabba do!” brays Aryan Dan. “A bad brand,” nods Boras. “Boos annoy anybody,” … Continue reading

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Fibonacci Sequence no. 2 (Xeno’s Swim)

He reaches the halfway point, of the swim, of the stroke, of the pool, of his life, and he turns at that point, and the turn has a halfway point, too, when his whole body flips underwater and legs spring … Continue reading

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