I put together a chapbook a while ago with some of my poems from p1k3, some of CarolAnn's work, and a scattering of other things.
the ability of this civilization
to reproduce the components of its
material culture and the routines
of their operation on a grand scale
may have temporarily obscured
the ultimate locality and specificity
of real things,
but it has hardly erased them.
despite the well-traveled observations
of well-paid idiots
the world still
is not flat.