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The Rumpus @therumpus.net · 17/04/2026

"No word, no bond. Row on, / drawn onward, / deified. / Pull up if I pull up." From "“DRAB AS A F OOL, AS A LOOF AS A BARD,” a new poem by @cuckedtodeath.bsky.social for National Poetry Month. ➡️ buff.ly/AMvS6Br

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alina pleskova @alinapleskova.bsky.social · 03/09/2025

found Richard Siken’s new book, I Do Know Some Things, to be remarkable unexpected turns of language, glitchy sequence, slant & sometimes-discomfiting candor, pitchdark humor that legit made me lol, not very excerptable—rather, slow build into an astonishing compendium of, & reflection on, a life

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I drove out past the flat nastiness of Nebraska and into the Badlands of South Dakota. I was twenty-three. The world was a pink layer cake that someone had clawed through. What is a lifer Sediment, residue. Something falls down and soon enough more things fall down and cover it. A red thing, a dark thing. Some chalk, some gold. I drove through it. I viewed it from the side. Where is the point where nostalgia turns into history? Endurance, duration— how long is now? The layered past, the ever-moving present, the void of the unfinished future—we try to measure it. We dig for artifacts and find a shard of pottery, a jawbone. We tell ourselves the story of a bright day in November. It isn't accurate but we have to live as if some things are true. Landfill, I have a question for you, about the bones of things. Library, I have questions about the bones. Because everyone will die, die. Everyone will die. We rise into language for only so long before we fall back down into silence.
It's a small window, the span of time in which we get to say what we know. I took a picture of myself by the side of the road. Strange picture. I don't look like that anymore.

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AGNI @agnimagazine.bsky.social · 21/06/2025

I was stumble drunk, bent into the ramshackle dawn, the sun glazed with its own sick, traipsing along the cracked flagstones toward an apartment I’d all but abandoned, its contents strewn across the tile floors ~from "The Wolf" by David Joez Villaverde 🔥AGNI 101🔥

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