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  1. today, robert koch is granted sainthood by a search engine and tuberculosis resists, makes a resurgence says msf and this brachylogy recalls snippets of half-forgotten language and suppressed empathy it is 9 degrees celsius, 16 km/h winds and in yemen, fighting and starvation still. then stillness. here, i am quietly pleased with the perfection of squares and comforted by the disconnect between news and understanding with mathematical certainty, they say there will be peace and health this year in d.c., inconvenient truths play on the radio and the politician adjusts the volume to his agenda today’s coffee spills, appropriately bitter there will be peace and health this year they say. the bullets simmer in our lungs // Author's note: This is another logopoetics experiment. (Thanks @woundedBirds, again.) The prompt I used can be found here: http://uutpoetry.tumblr.com/post/7127670815/logopoetics-project. I'd love to see other people try it out!
  2. a fluttering pulse becomes this arrhythmic bassline that hesitantly reverberates in my fingertips and i refuse to admit i possess these twitching hands tap out the rhythm of caffeine and albuterol on toff’s podium in the gould library, snap i’m not shaking he tells me certain research is impossible to find no matter where you look and certain facts are unavoidable and some days, i hate these bloody truths because they have become newly debatable the colorful paperclips of an argument are littered across the desk and i test the malleability of an idea between my nails: surprisingly flexible we are only somewhat our convictions, i concede and retreat without the need for dignity qui n’avance pas, recule the statue flicks his tail in disgust // Author's note - I wrote a poem off of @woundedBirds's logopoetics prompt, and here it is. It's probably ridiculously cryptic, but if you want me to explain my thought process, please ask. Also, I'm conducting a survey about a possibly (im)possible idea I have and would love to collect some more replies. Check it out here: http://cicadamag.com/index.php?/forums/topic/9932-in-which-ainm-has-an-impossible-idea/
  3. soul gust waltz

    author's note: this was a heavily structured poem for class please check the file download if ur curious :3 your irises are hackmanite, and whites fall luminescent under UV, and there's glitter smudged across your nose. it's too hot where we're pressed together, incandescent eyestrain purples dancing across the floor, music rattling our lungs and pumping through our ears; apple shampoo-scented tango, with caffeine sharp behind my teeth. your skin feels blurry. and im whispering clark, and you're whispering 'i can't believe i had my first kiss at a fucking wizard of oz-themed redmond high school homecoming dance. i dont even go here.' we're not whispering. waiting by the water fountain, i got mistaken for a popular instagram blogger. i had to tell her no, because i had to water my succulents. (the desiccated succulents of cyberspace app content) i found you again, living like tulips in a thunderstorm, as i gusted through your soul. 'eso si que es', my mouth blinks quietly. Logopoetics writing exercise.pdf
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