Monthly Archives: December 2019

Trash Dash: Manhattan Trash dash on a two hour meter A ham and cheese croissant and pilfer Your heart which has grown fibrous — Dry and cleansed of particulate love — Full of granular lunacy and roiling Pathic are your … Continue reading →

A Case of Writer’s Block Clodomira couldn’t work on her novel anymore. Her amygdala, congenitally small, blew a couple of nuclei.  That caused a fiber in her subiculum, long frayed, to brown-out.  And down the line, in quick succession, the … Continue reading →

The Texture of His Body His fragrance remained in the room when he left, and she picked up notes of Ambien and gin. He turned into a dragon and blew smoke up his own ass: in this manner he floated … Continue reading →

Oh Holy Fog The raga swirls about her bare white room creating eddies of sound that fill the corners and cover the ceiling with paprika and saffron hues. A nebula forms around her head, orbits about and congeals into a … Continue reading →

watch one of my found cut-up films above Lap Dissolves Fade In: I don’t remember going to my first movie.  I am told it was Dr. Zhivago in the Spring of 1966.  I was 2-years-old.  During the intermission my mother … Continue reading →

Oye, Hermano:  Ode To My Unknown Half-Brother Oye, hermano, We share the stuff of life; In us flows the destinies of madness And abuses most sharp:   Self-abuse, self-abasement, Self-abnegation, self-aggrandizement, Self-atonement.   We are mad with missile crises,  And … Continue reading →

A Rare Delectation He woke up with the Spinners’ “I’ll Be Around” spinning in his head.  He had this dream 1,822 times since seeing their performance on that Saturday morning in 1973.  The gold and ruddy light of it.  The … Continue reading →

cored i went to the well and saw jesse floating there her eyes frozen on the concrete sky above arms splayed at her side gently lapping in the blackness   her eyes were stone gray   i went to the … Continue reading →

birds of prey I.  Turbulence As his flight boarded he finished the bottle of Malbec in the airport bathroom.  Someone brusquely shook the stall door a third time and walked away.  The sound of flushing urinals, toilets and hand dryers … Continue reading →

Epigraph in Ekphrasis: Or more stories about C-sections   i. I would like this poem  to be an envoy — Bearing a gap-toothed smile between sharpened incisors…   ii. “Remember, you can’t be denied.  Everyone hides.  Where is this little … Continue reading →