From Pipe Triad Trios
this text sports a fine carriage | tingle with the best of them | how could you
semtex spouts flexing wires | nerves jangle o | have you seen the letter
some crap I just made up | Peggy-O wants her morning back | this is no theme song
how is used to be | distance is a sorry mistress | closets are temporary
what it ain’t | story drips out its licquorice| temptations blow coke
cold stone bed board | the mule got sick | this secret will warm us later
time can’t tell | sad snow sinks softly | bundles of impractical joy
watch his watch | enough and off to the equator | where’s the belief?
a bun’s worth of honey | drone warfare meaning the musical kind | a relief fund for queens
why not, you might ask | till the cows come home | a peculiar taste not related to food
good crows crowd in | sweat there where it is sweeter | a pelican-basted fool
that’s what clavicles are for | four wrong turns and you’re left back here | right where you bled fast
average is not leverage | wolf moon makes icicles | how’s your mother?
rouge would disguise the fear | weather penetrated to interior | the fine art of
what that kind of tongue is for | right here then here | your beard materials, detailed
arabica vacationland | when the rosemary blooms | fresh raw and on the half shell
coffee preparedness debunked | the pharmacopeia of alliteration | not only allowed but encouraged
not only encouraged but a week without pants | pull another | the icicles aren’t responding
methodically hand battered | parlez-vous hipster | antique lust
generic themes bankrupted the memoirs | spoken like a true culture wonk | older than the word for
four chickens to tell a joke | batter up the butter cup | I don’t need to explain myself
mIEKAL aND lives outside the constraints of academia in the most lush and rural part of the unglaciated Driftless area of southwest Wisconsin. Choosing to focus on creating wilderness and abundance surrounded by the perfect setting for limitless imagination his course of action includes demonstrating alternatives to inbred aesthetics, delighting in the play of DIY culture, and making art and writing that is both anarchic and noisy.
aND is the author of numerous books, many available via Xexoxial Editions (http://xexoxial.org). After many years working in the realms of digital poetry and video, he has surrendered his role as author and focused exclusively on interactions that allow the author to be reconfigured by the mysteries of the collaborative process, including books with Maria Damon, Sheila Murphy, Geof Huth and Robin F. Brox. Anyone wanting to tap into his stream can find him on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/miekal.
Robin F. Brox is the author of Sure Thing (BlazeVOX, 2011) and the force behind Saucebox, a feminist micropress and occasional performance series.
Recent studies and testimonials published in various peer reviewed scholarly journals indicate that the existence of Michael Sikkema may be a literary hoax of some kind. While accounts vary, some indicating that the Sikkema figure is a bot, some that he is a collective of retro-astronauts, some that he is an android designed and controlled by animal spirits so as to give them a privileged corporeal form, the only conclusive evidence is that that the Sikkema figure is unarmed and dangerous only to imaginative spaces and real mythical creatures.