Tag Archives: Dream Notation

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week The sky is a century with no windows.I say things like that. Sorry.You have more rights than the undocumented:I need a permit to uproot you.Ofelia believes only rain can touch all of you.My mother … Continue reading →

The Last Nimbus (redux) A nebula forms around my headboard& congeals—a pulsating fathom’s roost. A blinding white flash—great speedwell & arrowhead fall. Encrusted like the lotus-eaters—incubated / intubated / spacesuited /pillows backboned. A pair of florins for eyewear—now set for … Continue reading →

Misanthrope I am a battering ram of ill intentionI am a wounded person I was wounded while very youngI have made it my life’s mission — First, subconsciously,Later, with rigor — To wound others in returnfamily, friends, strangers, humanity… Even … Continue reading →

Anything But That 1.Wild dogs, squirrels, feral hogs, and bear were constant staples of our cook pots. We used them to supplement our two pounds allotment of rice each month. 2.“I brought everything but that. I deny the existence of … Continue reading →

misdemeanors and woodpiles look in the mirrormisdemeanors and woodpiles i am an egotist in a spangled tabernaclethe most lost of causes i’m still hereunsupervised and undeserving beginner landslideson and off at the most inopportune the hot chomp braglone cocoa beat … Continue reading →

The Chromosome Counter Once again he applies murderous fillings to his ding-dongs as his antagonists in an old feud fail and fall—one after the next. Life is a gentle waxing suspense to him, but ultimately an infusion of toasted morning … Continue reading →

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week For decades, Big Oil has treated the atmosphere as an open sewer and cashed in on the consequences. — António Guterres, Secretary-General of the United Nations / “Final Address to the United Nations, September … Continue reading →

Dinnertime Blues Mother ate the moonTurned out the sky She stormed insideOpened her mouth Out came a stringOf seven planets Dinner was thrownInto darkness What I’m Reading: Humans did not end themselves in one gulp, but in small sips, and … Continue reading →

thee stillbirthed republic hit me on thee setteeleave your fingermarks & hotwelts rising on my twisted back be my grand inquisitor imperiousin ermine & red velveteenyour incandescence / the weanof duchess-induced melancholia i call you weasel fingers& you coo like … Continue reading →

Kankakee, October 1, 2016 Then there was Kankakee—that year of enervating visions—and the posse of teenage courtiers whose dizzying luck was doomed by a pair of “ragged claws.” Fragile, as the wounded world, and openly melancholic. Yes, we had cinematic … Continue reading →