Tag: America
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Birch Grove
There’s a birch grove on the banks of a stream. Trickling. In the Cascadia valley. They are a little crooked. With shallow roots, soft wood, susceptible to blade and fire. On the western side, a yellow immigrant mold blooms near the blackened cankers sunken in the fleshy bark. It may seem foreign, but really, it…
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Consumption (A Poem)
When you are a consumer, you’re also the consumed. lines of identity are a blur so now we have to assert our individuality, put a filter on reality and take your medicine. The Materialists say that it’s the only way to survive the harsh realities of nature, and we’re inclined to believe them, because it’s…
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From the Life and Times of Domesticles
It was a lush autumn night when Domesticles woke to the realization that he, and everyone else, was at the end of someone else’s bottom line. Even the fat cats in the high rise offices were pawns in someone else’s game, everyone was being used in this life of domesticity there is no avoiding it.…
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Tomatoes (A Poem)
If an heirloom tomato were a body part, might it be a kidney. Quartered and sliced aspirating a fine mist seeds and juice spill and soak into the cutting board. A cherry tomato would be an eyeball, of course. The only difference between the old me, listening to Led Zeppelin III and me listening now,…
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A Brief Transcription of a Phone Call Where for the First Time a Middle Aged White Man Complains to his Wife of Being Marginalized
“No, you’re not,” “But I mean it’s like nobody wants to hear my voice, my perspective. I’m a dad to a daughter, a husband, raised by a single mom, we’re all in this together and I matter too dammit.” “Mmhmm,” “…” “Honey, you’ve had the whole of history to be ‘heard’ exclusively. You’re voice doesn’t…
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Stories
Resigned to a reality where everything and everyone is story A lesson to be learned around every corner. Social circles. YouTube drama. Science fiction, reality TV. My ego is my project, projected through the screen. You know what I mean? Reflecting on a reflection of the actor acting the way I’ve seen Kristen Bell pens…
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Crystal Mtn Peak
I talked a lot on our way up the 6,500 ft peak. I talked and taught until I realized that the mountain said more than I ever could. The wind through the pines and birch, rushing water from a distance, the bird’s song, our shoes on the dirt trail, the clouds, the sky, sun breaks,…
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The Breeders
You sit in your suburban castle, out of touch with reality. Glued to your screens, life is such a hassle. Maintain your ego through the fallacy of free will. Subscriptions, deadlines, and headlines. Rewind. Disheveled hair and yesterdays sweats. You’re too busy to be kind, I’ll never learn to live like you, where life is…
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Homeless / Seagulls
At the freeway on ramp The seagulls stand fifty yards In front of the homeless, Both beg for scraps, The homeless man stands Without a sign, palms up, Missing shoe, maybe a smile, Stands under a sign That says Thank you _________? For trashing Seattle. I cannot look either, the homeless man, or the bird,…
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7/13/2018
How are we supposed to feel secure, when we continue to make sure that we’re separate from the whole. I did not jump up with my fist in the air and yell, Yeah! Like any good American would. Actually I snapped the picture, I thought it’d look cool for the blog, and during the rattling…
Daniel J Flosi is Consumed 