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  • Two Poems for December 29, 2025

    I’ve used the same strategy as yesterday today: put an interesting text in the Dada Generator, and then edit (though no playing with N + 7 today – these were more strict erasures). The source text for the first poem is an article about an art installation by German artist Tomislav Topić, and the second…

  • December 28, 2025

    My journey to this poem involved taking the Mary Shelley piece [How like a star you rose upon my life], putting it through the Dada Generator, and then doing some significant editing. I’ve been interested in the Oulipian N + 7 lately, but rather than count seven nouns down, I’ve just been browsing in the…

  • December 30, 2023

    A beautiful in-law erasure using my mother’s name and Barbara Guest’s poem “An Emphasis Falls on Reality:” change the lilies I realism I as in treatments the silence is silence is real the is real that letter each a their cats near are real trees entangle in the green the classical as it enters is…

  • Your capacity to appreciate coming wholly

    A collaboration by the email I received last night from Yoga Journal, the Dada generator, and me. Here? Practice. Your capacity to appreciate coming wholly. Where in resonate and avoid reaching and destination. I I in intentions essentially I name help putting a state to that. Sometimes you both my up to am, up what…

  • December 20, 2023

    A quick 15-minute poem tonight, written while trying not to think about it too much. This one was actually done without any games or source text behind it (except I did pull the first four words from Anne Bradstreet’s poem “Winter,” thinking I might do a collage, and then not really feeling inspired by the…

  • December 19, 2023

    Another Etsy piece today: this one is a collage of words from a wedding dress listing. The Dada Generator assisted, but this is heavily edited. The special 6 we exchanges about. You gladly will from your flared contact time. Special to dresses: with ethereal curious, effortlessly day. Make weeks dress, seamlessly in processing. Order to…

  • December 16, 2023

    This is a partial collage: I started this poem by pulling words from a translation of “The Pipe” by Stéphane Mallarmé, but as I assembled it I felt the urge to go in a new direction. Yesterday I found a fine winter. I forgot the room, the first roads. I was planning my sun, shivering…

  • December 15, 2023

    When two words change the space, you want to send something that might feel all the other. A dash of wait, a handful of five years ago. I sent last year December, few Decembers. This year a round of yes. You. Here’s a list, a cross, a lecture of sorts. I couldn’t stop myself, and…

  • Pumpkin dense a pumpkin pumpkin

    This is the second poem for today, created this evening. I made some long-overdue pumpkin chocolate chip cookies last week. Though when I first tried the recipe years ago they came out like “pumpkin scones” (not quite what I was aiming for but not bad), this time something was wrong. I may have fiddled with…

  • Good Cheer

    I have two poems today. I was originally thinking I’d work from the same text and post them both together, but things didn’t work out as planned. They’re distinctly different and each deserves its own post. The first is a diastic poem I wrote this morning using this article as a source text and the…