Tag Archives: Poetry

nestor pestles nestor pestles saffron bulbs indivisibleferries the legumes their twisted fatelogic subsumed logic of verdigris he macerates your dreams into moldsshapes of innards and insolespronates your victuals into alien formsanimals lifeformed as lifelessdaddy long legs he dont make your … Continue reading →

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week Because the Trump movement is a cult of personality, with no consistent principles and no concern for truth, many of its boosters don’t care whether the success is real or phony. They don’t care … Continue reading →

here comes sickness rise and face the day if you are at the wrist with this sicknessand often find yourself asking: wtf are we doing?who do we think we are?who died and made us lord-king-god boofoo? we are sickand infecting … Continue reading →

ramen / the malice of introspection charts • the grainy horizon haunting • the constant flux • from the kills • the claustrophobe • immortalities & materializations • kill the lobe to save the head • cast a haunting memo … Continue reading →

The Daily Ablution (redux) There is a boy whose head is on fire.   A nine year old boy who has recently dispensed with god and love because they dispensed with him.  His father beats his mother on occasion — preferably in the … Continue reading →

Caustics & Acrostics For $20 someone phones me and spits insults, in Cuban-inflected Spanish, through my earpiece. I also invest in seed packs for vanity, narcissus, and temerity. My fingers are refracted in the water backing up in the sink. … Continue reading →

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week Life is full of strange absurdities, which, strangely enough, do not even need to appear plausible, since they are true. — Luigi Pirandello / Six Characters in Search of an Author To study the … Continue reading →

Stabbing A dream. A nightmare furls in twilight. And plunges the night into stabbing. Stabbing. A post-modern city in twilight. A shambles of yesterday. Stabbing. A slick ruination. Dark pincers of light. Stabbing. Gangs of insanity run through the night. … Continue reading →