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In This Hole “I liked my little hole, / Its window facing a brick wall.”  — Charles Simic, “Hotel Insomnia” I live in a parallel universe of my own devising.  I live most of my days in a dank cell, … Continue reading →

You Can’t Fool the Fleas of the Revolution  by Dr. Clodomira Garcia-Borges Cienfuegos, PhD “The absentminded conservator left the bestiary door open on his desk… and now the cavorting beasties escape one by one.”  – J. Ignatius, “The Revolt of … Continue reading →

Coda (an homage): An Indian Summer Evening   The dying day teethes On the tinny taste of bus exhaust. Eight O’ Eight roars away. Bayside shadows cast and reel back nothing. And now the toothy breeze Seizes the silver weeds  … Continue reading →

  The Dry Descent She hears a cry – the lamentation of a dying woman.  She turns, strains, to see.   No one.   She staggers on scree and falls heavy on her back; her poles bent useless after two … Continue reading →

(hit the play button and watch my film aposiopesis above) beyond salvation electra  paid bathed in green light straddles arms akimbo the fat man working furiously  on himself   no closer to heaven  or beyond salvation than he was this … Continue reading →

Abstract no. 5 I studied the core sediment samples from your heart The records show prehistorically your heart was malice Microscopic fossils mark displacements and loss I found demarcations of hopes dashed — and untimely deaths — Near the bottom … Continue reading →

  Under The Power Of Sixteen Electroshocks Under the stingy shadow of the fruta bomba tree Belkys sat trying to pluck the sun from the sky.  She used her thumb and index finger like a forceps but she failed.  She … Continue reading →

Distortion Poetics Distortion principle no. 1: avoid distortion. Distortion principle no. 2: defenestrate (often). Distortion principle no. 3: degauss after every visit to either of the poles. Distortion principle no. 4: cleanse fold and manipulate. Distortion principle no. 5: literature … Continue reading →

Fourteen Word Summit With Yesterday She needed fourteen words to complete her writing block.  She recapped her day thusly: A day of sickness. Here comes sickness… baby, baby, won’t you hear my plea.  A stomach unhinged.  A head stuffed with … Continue reading →

  Parenthetically A god lost in his bathroom finds a door… (to the outside? No) He finds the door to the next life. He burns: “get back, get back to that nebula!”   Not The Steerage Type Steerage is so … Continue reading →