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Cut

Posted on April 23, 2024 by Mark Kerstetter

What a thrill— —Sylvia Plath Oh boy a second’s slip & instead of bread a slice-shear off years of careful tread. Nonretractable that switchblade switchback second repeats & repeats, oh, you’ve done it right! Yet back & forth on the … Continue reading →

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A Quick Call

Posted on April 1, 2024 by Mark Kerstetter

Quick headspace all together hate in the eye crybaby sabotage angry Babe quick Hi Babe quick call head space virtual all together I am here inject hijack poison problems of your own crybaby girlfriend look me in the eye without … Continue reading →

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Showbiz Kids II

Posted on September 20, 2023 by Mark Kerstetter

after Steely Dan   You go to Gulf Beaches Go to While the poor people sleeping with the shade on the light while the poor people sleeping the Starlink sails by Call it the Guernsey affair: a sepia tone zooming … Continue reading →

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Self-Reliance

Posted on March 28, 2023 by Mark Kerstetter

This one fact the world hates, that the soul Our earth’s water molecules predate the Milky Wave moves onward, but the water Society everywhere never advances, is in Receding as fast on one side as it gains on the other … Continue reading →

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“The Red Wheelbarrow” in the Style of ChatGPT

Posted on January 24, 2023 by Mark Kerstetter

Do you pretend to know more than you do to elicit my ignorance? My red wheel barrow is too full of Socratic irony to get yours into it Our cries in the yard just tears in rain the dead fact … Continue reading →

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This Is the Day

Posted on September 14, 2022 by Mark Kerstetter

I found it I found it I found it dad I found itthe song that came on the song the neighbor playedthat time we were sitting on the front porch the songtried to Shazam it too low to pick uptoo … Continue reading →

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A Woman in Front of a Pollock

Posted on May 17, 2022 by Mark Kerstetter

after Williams’ “A Woman in Front of a Bank” It’s not her fault my mind scoopsparabolas out of the curves of her waistinto arbitrary evocations—snakes out of a can—racing to the edgesof boxes everywhere,the field still a rectangle even if … Continue reading →

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Fine People Standing By

Posted on September 30, 2020 by Mark Kerstetter

The eagle has landedher eggs out of rangeof a store pecked to deathwith Proud Boysstanding by The torch is outwords read back to frontno one whispers, no one listensin the howl windof dreamless flightlessnight Day is darkthe smear of searchlightwhites … Continue reading →

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Writing Is Reading

Posted on June 18, 2019 by Mark Kerstetter

The Wordsafter William Logan The question he could not have anticipated,why do you read a book you don’t like?short-circuited the patterns he’d formulated,stuck a stick through the spokes of his bike. What he’d considered a simple machine appeared to be the … Continue reading →

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Song of the Mock Turtles

Posted on January 9, 2019 by Mark Kerstetter

From September 1st to December 31st of last year I kept a stuck tune diary, a journal of all of the sticky tunes that visited me, particularly tunes that I awoke with already playing in my head. Of the 122 … Continue reading →

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