Tag Archives: Prose Poetry

/ + (soy yo autoretrato) – / [redux] I am the day’s encryption /I am nylon whir on fetid skronk /I am must + disequilibrium /I am growth opportunity /I am terror in the grass /I am green bastion in silence … Continue reading →

the sensitive use of stelae and sedimentsrough as chip sealrolled flat and torn upwhat are you going to gain why is she crying not bad saving alkali ballsfrom demolition — devotionand diminution — that’s depravedpontificate in your jodhpurs wail in … Continue reading →

thee raging undergrowth (redux) the fear bitterness & hatredthe witch fellow faltersthe work the starkest darkest &the most sharply subversive pair of shoesthe wartime years self maneuvered & censoredthe jingoistic pension conditionalthe use of memory & his own wordsthe struggling … Continue reading →

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week Is my attention on loving,or is my attention onwho isn’t loving me? — Andrea Gibson / “Wellness Check” There is a feeling I get in my mouth after reading writing produced by a large … Continue reading →

yield time and space yield to no onetho anthropogenic change has slowedthe spin of the earthmilliseconds of fatwater around the equatoryou and your grandchildren’s grandchildrenmay not note it but the meta—verses will: a financial irregularitya capitalization a millisecond too latemega … Continue reading →

Mary’s Baroque Personage Minimalist clap trap insouciance get away from my baroque personage. Someone once said they were transpecies extraordinaire, and someone cut in and quailed: surrender your gender; then an acerbic other cut in sniping: exploiters, exploiters, exploiters while standing in gray … Continue reading →

What I’m Reading: I found a photograph of meturning ten, a rough rope tied around my waist, a reminderof the sins I kept and counted: stolen chocolates and playcigarettes. Behind me, friends fastened tails to the tattered assof a paper … Continue reading →

We Have No Flowers I woke up in a pink haze —Stoppered brain and marrow sockets — An old man braying:Watch for fish — sharks! I dreamt of waves roiledOn the sidewalks of my hometown, The corners of my body … Continue reading →

Dust Up at the Ponies (redux) So she’s says to him, “when I was younger and finally got a prescription for Prozac and Lithium I thought my life was finally pivoting.”  He was nonplussed. He’d been talking about the horses … Continue reading →

The Derelict Web And he must hold on to the sink and stand firmly on his left leg because his right leg is useless. It doesn’t respond to his command all Henry can manage is to drag it along and … Continue reading →