Tag Archives: Prose Poetry

Quit Dozens of artificial moles designed to ferret out your true intentions — your riverbed of stubbornness.  Residencies found that many such moles used one of two operations in accordance to discordant heartbeats — that which lies at your moribund … Continue reading →

Photochemical Agrimony A rose by any other name is a silver halide crystal excising itself from the emulsion in a photochemical bath — but what do we care? Boldly proclaimed to be the last finery on a desolate earth, thermal … Continue reading →

In the Colosseum, See the Tragedians; or, Thee Sequel No One Asked For The tragedians were not yet on the wasteland. The tragedians were still in their ramekins in the hinterlands — which is where they belonged — which is … Continue reading →

A Sequel of Sequined Seconals (The original has such a wild, layered energy — voice-to-text artifacts living alongside Beckett references, suburban Florida humidity, coyotes eating Rimsky-Korsakov — it’s a rare kind of document. Writing into it felt less like imitation … Continue reading →

It’s Something About Umbilical Lint in Crepuscular Light (Here follows the subheading apropos of nothing) BEFORE THE CEILING FAN (A PREQUEL TO NOTHING IN PARTICULAR) Before the mango. Before the question of the mango. Before the question of whether anyone … Continue reading →

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week A toenail clipping floating in a toilet bowllike a crescent moon reflected in water, beauty is quiet and self-conscious. A character in a novelsits on the toilet. Sometimes for forever. Speaking of which,where does … Continue reading →

Misbegotten Notes, USA (redux) Scrolling down a number of superimpositions they multiply—pages of writing, collages, painting, films—audio also multiplied as reading and new noise fades in… Also try flashlight projection of negatives or slides on wall and film it… At … Continue reading →

Hooked Don’t roil the waterWait for the paint to drySssh! the children will hear What are you burning—Commingling with the ashesof the dead? Did you know the matter—Particulate—we breatheIs someone’s uncleOr sister floating in airAt 450 ppm? Recycling—You say biliousIn … Continue reading →

It snowed here in Boston yesterday…I say winter is over.If the electric bike is outFrom its winter hibernation…That means winter is over. What I’m Reading: Spending the night in the mountains with minimal creature comforts has its benefits — it … Continue reading →

Cloud Enjambments (redux) I’m the worst when it comes to fixingLeaks, see for yourself.I’ve seen maps with circularWalls. I love color jet packs. But you’ll need paperFor a lively discussion with a white stripeDown the middle of perception. PointillistDots and … Continue reading →