Tag Archives: Poetry

Asperity & Impermancence Excited sheep burning at the horizon line. We lord over the flame thrower, and we’re looking forward to seeing you! All wetness faraway.  A fine life lies ahead of you — so sign up for those knife … Continue reading →

A Savage Republic A negative feedback loop. Petroglyphs and door flips. Petrichor — a savage feedback loop — a savage republic. Put out the fire. Frying in its own fat. Permafrost melting. The warming leading to fire. Fire and friars … Continue reading →

WriteRightRite If you insist I write at least 100 words everyday in this space, then, here goes: if I started at one hundred and started to count down until I had written another 99 words in this space then it … Continue reading →

boyfriend ogres the moorlands… southerners and vitamins felt on the drumstickartful showers / groovy serializations / trippy visual sexesinnovative campground muckrakersshopper-bug cup finches / impulsions on villages the boyfriend ogres trippy opiates / closing serializations /including atonal flickering / experimental … Continue reading →

octagonal agonals im lost in the notionof the circular motionof your last rectangularwords What I’m Reading: Leave your coffins open.The word for wind is, in another language, the word for soul. — Carolyn Forché / “Wind”

i couldn’t get it rightuntruths undergoing a vector change my nightmares forsaken and bubonicmy pestilential inner eye palsiedmy parsley looks like paisley i am contusion-adjacent in blackthe quinces are in the tinderboxand i am ill with the human condition send … Continue reading →

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week The Story of the human race is War. Except for brief and precarious interludes, there has never been peace in the world; and before history began, murderous strife was universal and unending. — Winston … Continue reading →

disengagement / engagement  . . . and with a deep suspiration she set her thumbs to tapping on the gorilla glass: a disconnect with attainment of desired goalsa disconnect with engagement of daily responsibilitiesa disconnect with realizing this awareness and … Continue reading →

peripeteia (redux) we dream about a walkabout. we exhume gutter politics before they’re buried in the rattle brattle bund. we sling jagged zeugmas. we qualify this and that—our words signify nothing—we fill the interstices with air. the beckon calls for dr. … Continue reading →

the pareidolia amok the muck amuck amoki see faces repeating and repeatingin these morning flakesin the bread crusts drearin the wake of your leavingas the motes of particulate air roilabout the emptiness you createdby vacating this space insidemy now soiled … Continue reading →