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Chalk and charcoal on bifold
Soft pastels on bifold
Purple makes you sweaty
while you shiver with a chill,
and morphs you into Betty
when your given name is Bill.
Aqua gets you placid,
but it has an...
Gouache Colors | 21×29 Cm | On Paper |2018
Blink and you will miss her mutinous
retreat. Dill in the kitchen window has wilted
but not quite gone to seed, books are tossed
aside like faulty...
while I watch a huge ant
light-foot up the drainpipe
like it was a piece of cake
to trot your whole weight
perpendicular to earth
I wonder if my...
Holding it right is half the challenge.
The other is not to shake before the click.
They say that the aim may change due to
the pressure...
I’m befuddled by the wind,
how it blows;
it has this bodiless direction.
I can feel it kissing my face.
Hey wind, you strange warthog—
how can you touch...
An interpretation of Claude Monet's Woman with a Parasol.
— Subhadeep De
Water colour on paper
https://soundcloud.com/ian-badcoe/sets/crowd-cloud-found-sound
There is never betrayal
in the space between boxcars
where his face still tilts towards
the old life he left. The new life
has already scrawled itself in...
They glamourise war with their literature,
support Mexico w/ the import of narcs,
fry pretty much all their food,
& negotiate hard.
They let their children play w/...
Since 7 months Rita and I were living in the same apartment but merely as occupants sharing the same roof. Our 4-year marriage was...
GIF versions of "Fine On The Outside," and "Another Look at Delta" below:
—RIP Koko, The Gorilla Who Used
Sign Language, 1972–20 June 2018*
Sheep in wolf’s clothing, Melon Man’s
what the Town and Country grocery with
biggest best batches of...
acrylic/ 28×22 cm /on paper
https://soundcloud.com/rc-james-user841120068/track-4
And then the sky opened.
The world filled with blood.
Cameras caught it all,
buildings wrenched
from their foundations,
anger and sirens and stench.
We were tired of marching,
of whispering,
sick...
What began as a way to pass the time
soon became the time I got lost
inside the city’s blanket of haze.
What was supposed to be...
Guest
Hiding
Mistakes
Sweet (2)
Home
Up
The Light
Reach
35 mm film photography with digital manipulation
I keep saying I'm not going to another
holocaust movie. But then I do.
The latest one set in Augsburg,
1958, when twenty-something Germans
thought Auschwitz was nothing more
than...
I don't like mango but
I’m compelled to consume
space,
to savor the liquid,
label all the rays
upon my tongue,
such sweet perspicacity.
A citrusy mist
collides with taste
at the speed...
low over june’s dusk grass
the fireflies’ sparse steeps
all float away in one direction
in the gentlest of arcs
then as my ramble loops back
so the grazing...
I thought you said alphabetic, and picture plastic letters filled
with magnets, colorful refrigerator doors.
“Apologetic,” you argue. “I was trying to apologize.”.I wonder if anger is the...
She called it a perfect afternoon —
we had just left a poetry reading
and were enjoying our coffees
on a café couch beneath a red umbrella
slightly...
before
the hour sounds,
we
are already
sitting
with the dead.
we dangle from a single thread
pendulous from the bars
on the upswing to the hot plates
on the down
to the soft shrapnel of coal
if...
I had nothing but tears
warm as blood
a hemorrhage of grief
all that day and through the night.
They took my nail file and pocket knife
and set...
don’t frown
don’t kick the door
don’t slap the chance
it’s a sensitive bad-ass
don’t zip up the wound
if it begs to expose
don’t turn on the light
if you...
You are the mirror into which we plunge. - Terry Wolverton
Here at the border, the river
runs clear. We can see our faces
as they ripple in...
Part I
Part II
A self-representation of the door and its meaning.—Faizan Adil
Though night eats its way out of the sack
That cat is in, yet still the caterwaul
Of promises defeats the constant scrawl
Of secrets tattooed stiffly...
I swore I would not get sentimental about
leaving the porch swing behind.
We painted it red to match the floor—the front door.
I swore I would...
a familiar place
our dreams quarreling
over petty things
you've never been here
but seem at home
familiar
what isn’t is vertigo
i adapt to...
nor smash it with heavy stone pestle
let it be spoiled with caress of cubic sugar
gently, as your wrist dances like a Sufi in Sema
and...
back in the 70’s
back in LA
I knew of him
as the uncouth Christ
of the drunk-again alcoholics
the naked emperor
of young trendy-cafe chefs and
of the intellectual
and the...
Old Glory
at half mast
atop the White House
so some well-off white
must have
been shot
not by a cop
who took
his cell phone for a gat
but a civilian
armed
à la...
First, turn on the lights.
Ghosts drift toward shadows.
Use the sin of omission as if
it was a life raft, and you can’t
swim. I can swim,...
Only a sheep goes
up any time
to find help or comfort
...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fMOJ7SlgFKw
an illustration that I made for a book with poems for children by Jordan Trethewey.
—Marcel Herms
at
this
point in the game,
i guess
i’m supposed to
be writing things like:
“sands at 70,”
“the end is near,”
and “ode to my lost and misspent youth”...
but
i get the...
I'm growling,
moaning, surrounded
by men—
they think I'm their
entertainment.
But no, you're mine—
you only
exist when
I breathe you
all into me and
stab your knees with
paper cuts.
You're flounder-
ing, such a...
These poems speak in the manner of hard-boiled detective fiction, rich in the dictions found in Chester Himes, Raymond Chandler, Ross MacDonald and Dashiell...
While you were out of town
I went to your house and
I slept in your bed and
I pet your cat and
made her purr and
under your soft blanket
I wondered if you
would ever love me enough
that you would want to kiss
every inch of the walls
that watch me sleep at night and
that is how I feel for you and
that is why I am here now w a i t i n g
for you to come home,
sometimes it seems the only way
to love you is to wait.
Will your memory foam mattress
tell you I was here?
I fell to sleep like
I was in your arms.
I watered the plants.
I fed your betta fish
just in case you had forgotten and
if the flowers on
the kitchen table don’t tell you,
I will:
I miss you more than...
These are the few poems I managed to write about the very intense and sometimes violent relationship I had with a woman called Miki...
Working with found items, the work has been investigating collections, wunderkammer, cabinets of curiosity.
The process entails museum visits, research, writing and producing imagery, refined...
when trump's words
fall on my deaf ears
their odor
reminds me
of the smell
of burned flesh
on the breath
of bavarian
beer hall
bullies
cutouts
i am beautiful
pale
museum quality bone
i don't speak of the things
that were cut away
boxed
in the garage
or hung in the closet with piano string
there are bits...
Read
He makes a steaming cup of me
to drink alongside the morning paper,
then lathers me up to be his accomplice
under the head of a shower.
I...
after something Tiko said
Not only was I never a great fuck but
I never even belonged to that vast class of people
who once thought they...
animal day with a pocketpenknife
in your fist. Guide the edge
with your thumb, peel to bone
white. Get a day off as one pelt.
Stretch taut over...
https://soundcloud.com/user-739698917/reprise
From her sleep my grandmother faded through the mesh of supposition
that bore the image I had constructed as a child. Her untidy halo snagged
barbs...
Simone Weil looks out
of a black and white photograph
set inside a simple silver frame
which sits on top of a polished
August Förster piano.
the piano is...
absence has a simple scale
nought or one
distinct steps like piano notes
joy and sorrow are parabolic
mirror images
glissando exponentials like the birth of your smile
how you...
We are stars
trying to collide,
objects caught in
our orbits dashed to
rocks in process mean
nothing; we merge. Made
massive, other light is bent
in our direction so we...
only we
had the tickets
to get into a Butthole Surfers
gig
after some idiot in the NME
had put it out that tickets
would be on the door that...
mixed media on canvas, 50 x 60 cm
If you're lucky, you catch the early train
If you're wise, you're early to bed
To get up early to go back again
Healthy, wealthy, and dead.
I was being a bit contrary when I named this ... one thing certainly does not seem to inform or be part of the...
since I’ve dreamed
anything that was
not nightmare
This spring
with goslings in
the roses, tulips
and crocuses pushing
color thru crystal
ice, I hardly
notice the wood
ducks. I don’t hear
geese in flight.
I...
Mixed media on paper, 30 x 40 cm
Kyoto is doing great, especially since the Kyotographie festival just started. As a photographer, I naturally always look forward to this event. Here's my...
I couldn't help but smile
when a bird outside our kitchen
trilled "Whew whew whew!"
Then it switched to "Wee-oop
whee-oop whee-oop!"
"Listen to that!" I cried aloud,
as Kim...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4lHlOTkrQ34
Melinda red blood in the white snow
the curtains are dying
...and the things I used to know
she drinks before noon
wild black tequila,
her only chance to...
Awake the pollen grains and log each tiny
particle gone with the wind onto our most
secure of networks. There's notice served. It's time...
smaller, smarter moving...
The pinkie of your left hand is very small.
You rarely ever finish almond milk,
you make a face while eating cereal,
always pull hair of older...
Lose your job, your mind, your husband
step over the lines, off the map,
into unmarked alleys
Talk too fast, too much, too loud,
or not at all
Balk...
In risking the dancing eyes
of supermarket girls under fringes,
or to chance the scanty graze on busy buses
of a nyloned knee, or strappy shoulder,
I zip-in...
Tiny winged corpse, trapped
inside the aluminum frame
of a storm window;
Ahmed freed the frozen,
fragile body
with his pen
in hopes that
it would fly again;
trees bereft
of birdsong.
I chase a cat who scampers across the beach.
Her gait's mysterious; assured yet zigzag
and every few moments she stops to tease.
I pant and puff...
"Rhymes in poems are dead," he said.
I laughed and shouldered the bazooka, shook a
Vicodin from the bottle and chased it with gin.
...
Fell asleep inside him
after wind slipped through
a window, found a crack
into my absent mind.
Tomorrow lurks around
our edges, minutes fall down
at our ears; a train,...
Most times though we’d sit
with trays on our knees
the microwave cartons
full of steaming food too hot to touch at the edges
and a tad...
We carefully handle our sub-zero Winter secrets.
But like last year, they begin to dissipate from consciousness
until, like barren tree limbs, we forget they ever...
A couple of
Bath Salts addicts
moved in upstairs.
Each night,
the entire building
can hear 'em
eating each other's
faces.
The astronaut
the man in
the threadbare
tweed
says
he’s laying
low right now,
coasting
through,
baby,
paying off
a few
invisible debts
to secondhand
store angels,
man,
dodging
the black holes,
so to speak,
shopping at
the golden harp
food mart every
other day
roaming the
origami...
Late last year I wrote a 10 sonnet sequence entitled New Muses for a Posthuman Age, the idea being to update the goddesses and answer...
held between his ankles, very bright orange t-shirt,
plaid shorts I glance at him from the till.
Don't know which suits me.
I ask him to wear...
A man lays his hand on a woman. He sees through
her eyes the golden-breasted songbird. The woman looks
on the man and she thinks he...
we hung around
Gothenburg for five months
or so
renting out an expensive apartment
on Vingalandsgatan
with a fabulous panoramic view
over the Gothia River
and went to three The Knife...
i never write to be read, i've always said.
it was never a considered decision
to hide my notebooks and scribbles from you
unless you check my...
Eventually, we stop counting;
the final bird of prey rips out
the throat of the penultimate
field mouse and dies soon after.
Beyond its understanding, a trail
off a...
I wanna grow up like my dad—planning to leave my wife with my mistress waiting in the gravel driveway at dusk. It would be...
Illustrations from the book Ghost Highway Blues, poetry by Matt Borczon, published by Alien Buddha Press.
I took out the darkness
and added an em dash,
for now
morning hillside
fifty little goat butts
winking at the sun
ex-wife's razor
surprisingly good
seemingly free
Dry day, empty house—
the barely swinging door
applauds
The wind blows—
not to move the trees
but the...
one day
a year
the sky turns
violet
motorcycle
exhaust floats
up and dissolves
against a hard sun
they rev their
engines until
their eyes turn to
coal
the
missing brothers
on the black wall
are still
gone
was
older than he looked,
was
impressed
by the smell of his own farts,
lied
about everything,
never
held a job for long,
ate
everything,
drank
anything,
and
changed his shorts
no
more
than once a week.
Tony had
3 bad marriages,
4 shack-ups,
and
that...
Poem read by by Soodabeh Saeidnia in the Farsi translation she created:
https://soundcloud.com/soodabeh-saeidnia/a-messiah-morning
This is one of four Silent Lotus poems included in the bilingual anthology Persian Sugar in English Tea,...
My mind is a musty record crate.
Schlepped around. Only exposed to
monthly swap meets, and nostalgic nights.
Brush decades of debris
from my mental music (re)collection,
hoping to...
The day was so tender
it almost broke (us) in two
the buds on the trees
lime-toned and ready to uncoil
the doves not yet married, nestless
A squirrel...
Part I
Part II
The sex falls in
flecks and sputters as the
limousine windows slide down
...
The really efficient laborer will be found not to crowd his day with work, but will saunter to his task surrounded by a wide...
One day on the back porch
many years ago, catching
some rays, sunning, as it were,
after the wife had been fired for
crimes against nature, self and...
for poetry,
I can't give you poetry—I'm
not one of those poets
writing for four hour periods
each morning with
french-pressed coffee
I can't give you
words
that will always make sense
and...
into you and
it felt like the womb
I had left 5
days early.
I crawled
under you
like winter cats in car tires
I dropped my steel and stayed
in your...
The flame’s reflection on the television was so crisp like it was real and soon the stereo was on fire. Then the couch would...
I can still remember how
annoyed he got the first time
I used it, “Door mat,”
the way his mother let a brute
of a man walk all...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5NvHJSpI5Zs
Steve Richmond was a mainstay of the American little magazine scene of the 70s and 80s. He gained notoriety not only for his extensive...
You can bitch about quality
all you want
& make your anal
compulsive
lists
the best school
the best fuck
the best career
the best italian
sausage
& then 30 years
removed
or maybe 40
you realize
no...
https://soundcloud.com/user-151672534/i-need-more-2018-edition
Oil Pastels, Colored Pencils, Graphite, Lithography Pencils, Bleed Proof White,
Digital Paints on Photograph. © 2011 Thomas Yarbrough
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hzwgB7EEZbU
The bird circles endlessly in my room, in the half-light—
comes close, carries the harsh carnival of his eye to mine,
causing my neck to fall...
When fathers stopped wearing fedoras at ballgames
unity and chaos wrestled in the mud.
•
When fathers stopped telling the old jokes
quills grew on the tongues of...
Just got off the phone
with my Uncle Jim
2 years, 11
months, and
14 days in FCI Memphis behind
him. He’s
the one who taught me how to play
drums....
Lena, across the street
on her porch step clutching
her robe closed against the afternoon sun.
ashtrays neat
stacked full of half smoked Kents.
in her bedroom
a real live...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UnoTelwXuww
https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=78&v=3AIzoMJURAE
I don't wanna pay April's rent
I just got an email (and they never send them) that said
Hey, don't forget to pay April's rent.
I was...
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Watercolour on L'Aquarelle Canson Heritage Block 300gsm cold pressed.
Watercolour paper - 51cm x 34cm.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WZd4Ats7DRI
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An Interview with Artist Ann Chernow
The artist Ann Chernow was born in 1936 and grew up in New York City. She has worked extensively in the mediums of lithography,...
