A found poem, made of words and phrases from one of Medium’s favorite posts from the past week. — I am the last live sea urchin I have a purpose: chase any excess haha to any town (Tuscany! Berlin! Vancouver! Mexico City and Todos Santos! Bushwick and off the coast of Sicily! the Hong Kong airport! her backyard in the south of France!) my method of travel: relentless will I tend to emerge days later, depleted and starving for cookies that my mom made

A found poem, made of words and phrases from one of Medium’s favorite posts from the past week. — a city full of unknown sounds prayer, punctuated by the calls for men to change into their childhood heroes the joy was over, leveled, a relic from early on but their hope had never really died all the way down the dream —even if out of reach— stretches on and on, always going Source: Words and phrases from: Celebrations in Fes by Matt Hermann

A found poem, made of words and phrases from one of Medium’s favorite posts from the past week. — You will swoon, says the commercial she reflects on an amazing revelation: how beautiful her extensive knowledge of liquors she fills her Christmas with port wine and brandy with the precision of an expert she seeks out new levels of “nixed” exploring being a vagabond, she laughs she’s bitter and low in the final…

A found poem, made of words and phrases from one of Medium’s favorite posts from the past week. — One notion that’s troubled me is the idea that Luke and Anakin Skywalker aren’t even real people. The truth is the opposite. A fictional character is simply plastic. Real people, by the time of death, exist in true facts. Source: Words and phrases from: On The Racial Identity of Fictional Characters by Matt Yglesias

A found poem, made of words and phrases from one of Medium’s favorite posts from the past week. — the level to which we’re willing to change the scale of manufactured solutions makes people ill everyone gets very emotional about the general outrageousness of their ideas thinking beyond the health of ourselves is a bit scary for the faint of lab-made heart what we want or don’t want limits our opportunity to have an intervention

…from page 149 of “Last Evenings on Earth” by Roberto Bolaño — hell is… for… many, perhaps most, young men… the seafloor hell is… for… many, perhaps most, young men… his father’s wake hell is… for… many, perhaps most, young men… particularly ridiculous

A found poem, made of words from some of Medium’s favorite posts from the past week. — Mae’s in this village speaking as if there’s more After This and we look because while looking in there on Mae, constantly changing, we see a way for the After in all This Now Sources: Some first words of paragraphs from: From Nairobi, With Love by Ben Templeton The Toll of Tokenism by Leah Reich Shut Down the Whining by Lucy Boyle The Vicious ‘Circle’ by Maria Bustillos The Death of the Urdu Script by Ali Eteraz

A found poem, made of words from some of Medium’s favorite posts from the past week. — they wanted complacency I’m floating a renegade his seams pop pop pop with compassion yet even if elected he is easily removed their impenetrable purposes a bad black monitored misery the bread becoming dust Sources: Words immediately following “and” from: The True Size of the Shadow Banking System Revealed by The Physics arXiv Blog We Will Never Know What’s Inside Our Bodies by Harris Sockel From Food Stamps to the Mayor’s Office by Svante Myrick

A found poem, made of lines and words from some of Medium’s favorite posts from the past week. — Sleep comes on full with sick matters. The story of my loose tooth in Starbucks. Me a customer to tragedy and grief. I succumb to my losing. Sources: The first and last sentences from: Do Stop Believing by Roblin Meeks How Eating Kale Made Me an Outcast by Suzanne Heyn Why I Need My Gun at Starbucks by Jeremy Blachman Sleepless in Helsinki by Mark Sullivan Top 10 Grand Theft Autos by Lana Polansky