The passwords of my Bank accounts
shall get buried with me & no skeletons
will remain. My self-centred children
might guess the names of my dream girl
(Deepika...
please tally
all the languages
in the world
sojourning linguists
at last count 7,117
are spoken
a ton
of different tongues
the # of poems
incalculable
my hypothesis
to formulate
our thoughts
we grind & encase
our notions
like...
A first today.
I cried at work.
Been plenty angry
while working jobs.
Never bawled.
One positive—
I work at home.
My daughter is five,
traumatized—melts down
in daily transitions—
screams, throws chairs.
Classrooms evacuated
while...
For Kelly, whose tomatoes never made it to Rachael
Forgive me
I have taken the tomatoes
I was supposed to pass on to your friend
I have dropped...
So, I finally did it ... published a "book" of my poetry. Please stop by and have a look, and maybe even read a...
This selection of photos comes from Paul’s ongoing photography series, Limited Light. The series was born from a desire to photograph artists in a...
a sharp pain shot through the ground
in a room without windows
car doors slam
buddha arrives
from indiana
with feathers
in her hair
every month
staggers in
with lettuce
turning brown
sky is clear
wind...
the best poems rattle
like a tin can down an empty street
they hang from lamp-posts in the dark
heads shaven
tar holding feathers
from some exotic bird
the best...
I saw myself
up ahead
on top
of this sand dune
waving to me.
Now I’m here
nowhere in sight.
I might have known.
These footprints
that don’t exist
here where
I am standing
would have...
Longhaired strongman
divorced
weary of seeing
the horrors in the world
has hung up
his jaw-bone-of-an-ass
seeks a Delilah
for fun & bondage
will gladly turn your grind stone
& attend to your...
in the present extreme
I want it all
to go away
all variations of viability
mainstream or otherwise
artistic principalities
as a means
including
extreme
shall be considered
pray for me mom
in the present
fetter...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n8m6HUU-70A
Did you know that in the will he made
before he lost his mind, he left it to me?
I cried when I read the old...
i want to strip
off my cheap clothes
wander out
to the back lot
of my rented, North Hollywood apartment
dig my feet
into contaminated soil
slowly sink, ankles first
lastly my...
the ghost in my house is me
it’s my dog or cat or
nothing, someone
I cant remember who
said—it’s nothing, you heard nothing
nothing brushing past me
nothing in...
the wind was blowing
the tiny flowers
over
and whipping
against Wendy
they were all too fragile
to be there
lacking a young imperfect secretary
but with a handful of straw
I walk into the bone night
great Italian girls wave to me
from their upstairs windows
so beautiful...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uHGneCMNLsg
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jzt2UOALrGc
Enough, the Centenarian's story ends,
The two, the past and present, have interchanged,
I myself as connecter, as chansonnier of a great future, am now speaking.
("The...
the sign on the door says
Believe in Jesus
Christ Be Saved.
By God,
I knock and score
enough for me
and my friend Ben,
the suicidal Chihuahua,
to get tranquilized
alley-wise over...
Information is just another way of keeping people down.
If authority can't justify itself it must be dismantled.
Multiple causality becomes the ultimate finality.
start by asking...
picture and picture of my bare pubescent bodies blur
a tanned and pink magic lantern show
sick stomachs flat or deep
and all my numbered ribs marked...
i was on the tv show PAN Connection...for 1 hour...which is probably 56 minutes more than necessary...but it is what it is. anyway, i...
“I want a cat.”
“You want a cat that will sit on your lap,” mother intoned.
This is so metaphorical, I thought. It wasn’t even a...
after the miscarriage I dreamed
I was leaning against a yellow doorway
peering through the half-open Dutch doors
alphabet squares and blankets were draped
in a pseudo-cubist's take...
As I watched the sea of Hong Kong millennials
fight with helmed authorities armed to maim or kill,
blue face masks worn also to cover up...
family stories of Allen generally
include the phrase
what was he thinking?
and a trip to the ER
roller skating on the front porch—
he stopped himself with
glass panes...
i tasted myself on him
the way a cat’s tongue
rakes through fur
or a pinched reflection
in the corner of my eye
resembles homesickness
time wraps around itself,
stuttering frames...
You convinced me that migraine was
the throbbing ache of the mind, so
I believed you, telling myself
nausea was a dead butterfly
in my belly and vomiting
acid...
Artist Statement:
Years ago when I was 17, my parents hit rock bottom. I went out on my own and ended up living in...
I follow, as she careens her cart
through Mauna Kea Mall, tossing in cracked cups,
mismatched sheets, biographies
of people no one remembers.
"Why must you rescue beltless...
like
a murder of crows
sitting upon
the branches
of a barren tree,
---squawking
so
my words
rest upon
the black lines of
a white page,
---squawking
there's clippings of bad poetry
all over the deck
where I thought up
and discarded many lines
I have to stack them up
and put them in the dumpster
before...
primrose says I will be her lips
bean says I will be her thighs
broom says I will be be her clitoris
meadowsweet says I will be...
Where can we live but days?
Ah, solving that question
brings the priest and the doctor
in their long coats
running over the fields.
("Days," Philip Larkin)
I stopped near...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JCW3T3xZZwc
For Lawrence Ferlinghetti
When I ate a croissant in bed,
flakes of brown crust
fell upon my pillow,
fell atop the sheets,
and made the white down comforter
resemble a...
he takes a sky tram
up the columbian mountains
noticing the neighborhoods
crumble deeper
every meter they rise
above the city center
until sheet metal
walls and roofs
become brick
balanced
on top of
mortar-less...
Persuaded by my wife to return to our
marital bed so she does not have to get
up every two hours to monitor
my struggle for every...
Dance for the day
The location is only known to the few who care to take a long walk mostly uphill. One hears much that...
Just for now,
let us narrow the picture,
postpone those conflicts,
see art in a bullet
dormant in its chamber,
allocate the quiet of cancelled epithets
for poetry and benediction,
consider...
The moment Galileo Galilei innocently
gave the Books the proverbial finger,
it was clear, there and then, that we'd all
end up in therapy.
Even Atlas was screwed,...
I get the sequined jeans.
In the window I catch a glance
tight stretch denim, flared legs,
my palms press down my bottom and damn
look at that...
A crude black crayon drawing
could be anyone.
But the only
other significant color
is blue,
in one eye.
Heterochromia, the Internet offers.
Etched in the back of your mind thereafter,
the...
I'm retired
the clock belongs
to me now
Today is more than just one cup of black coffee after another.
Today, I have enough melancholy stacked on top of more melancholy
to climb up...
Regarding a corpse
at the bottom of a ravine,
I wonder if it’s mine.
I wonder if as it tumbled,
sinews tearing like tissue
soaked in another’s tears,
it felt...
feather-sized flakes spin
then faint on the grass
we look at the sky, wondering
eggshell facts melt on our faces
life isn’t quite irresistible
nor do you have to...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7TT6R5OryGU
There was no sign of a woodcutter
in the tin shack raised from the red earth,
the black wood of an archived forest.
Dismembered trees haunted the...
Laneville-muted sunlight, good sex, bipolar, playing Jay-Z in the morning pissing off the people below me. Laneville-crappy bars and not in a good way,...
this game's going down in history
randomly craved poetry
is best
take the enamel right off your teeth
I saw a great grandmother reading it
in her minivan
she imagined...
Before you lost what was left
of your mind, did you have any idea
that the scales of betrayal you kept
even with your thumb would tip...
I am fascinated by the notion of representing abstract terms with abstract art. —Michael Acker
Perhaps you miss folding the May blossoms,
sakura, creeping phlox, chrysanthemums;
maybe your fingers are itching to fold
cicadas, damselflies, moths you can hold;
endure the gloom so...
I try to keep an appearance
of a well-manicured lawn
but my moles keep showing up
hungry, silently heaving sod.
And I gotta lot of them
so I never...
Wishing my penis
could detach itself
and crawl
off somewhere
far away from me
She insists
she understands
how I feel
especially
the moments one
is tempted to snip
it off with a
pair of scissors
or...
The cove
is in a fog;
out on the beach
a meth head
beats his dog.
No one sees
a thing.
some days, a squirrel
jumps up from the oak's branches
above the grandma's balcony
and tells us how to pour
our grief in a cup
of lily of the...
nothing’s really wrong
I’m just laying in bed
in the middle of the day
because I’m tired
I'm thinking about all the stuff I could do
that I don’t...
you're just a stupid child
she coos
in broken English, mixed in
with some French
swirling around
in there
like strong
Vietnamese coffee
you will never understand
and
she’s right
I never will
I have the...
He doesn’t know where to start
so he looks into the styrofoam cup
to find a reflection he has become
proud of staring from cold coffee
it holds....
I need dense text
heavy panting
flowers thrown in the creek
I wanna go back to Cochranville for a week
when it’s summer and I can sleep down...
I went to Regents Park Zoo
Sat on the bench at our old spot
Watched the Galapagos tortoises
Dolly, Polly and Dirty Dirk
According to the resident herpetologist
Dirty...
everything hinges on death
their own black heart locks
the armed chickens within
their copper jacketed cage of
bitter fruit wood ankle deep
in the litter of mass killers
I fear losing my strangeness, my hands and feet
dissolving, my distinctive features bleeding
into a bleary rabble. The patient man perched
on his balcony, who waits...
My stockpile is such that
when I open a drawer I brace
for an avalanche of toilet paper.
In the kitchen are enough cans of beans
to last...
it is a thankless task
sweeping together
the parts of a person
dismantled by the wind
gauging by feel and heft
if everything is there
the limbs paired
the feet engaged
that...
non profit phone bank job
in hollywood
that I found, on craigslist
in December
when I was
living in Van Nuys
down on my luck
i guess you could call it
a...
i heard a scuttle in the bushes
and listened
sensed an angel suffering from a fall
the sounds my body makes
when standing still
gravel crunched as the postman...
There is a tumble
of ribbons and words
forming bows and twirls,
wrapping my thoughts into
pretty little packages.
I line them up one by one
on the shelf
to gather...
He’s old now, very old
living in a recliner
reading his favorite book
about death
feeling like an eaglet
in a treetop nest
curious about
what jumping does.
She wondered how an old boyfriend
spent New Year’s Eve,
if he was there
with his wife
being nice, or maybe mean
saying her clothes looked slutty
or how she...
I explore gender fluidity in my art, assuming a fictional identity as a female, although I am mostly a straight Asian male, who occasionally...
OAF friends, if you ZOOM, I'll be one of three poets featured on Flying Out Loud, a Zoom series out of Kentucky, Jan. 11,...
New Year,
resolutions rising from reverie
running outdoors with a smile
singing and skipping
into very concrete streets
resolve to pay credit card bills, student loans, interest on interest,
visit...
Today I stop to photograph
a backroad milestone which reclines
in fescue and rough dandelions.
The miles ahead, the miles behind.
Simple numbers all declaring
how far we’ve travelled...
the Archangel
with the power to heal,
hovers over the roof
of my house.
He’s been up there
since you left.
I went to a Catholic school.
I tell myself
my guardian...
Removes unsightly
people whose grease and dirt
spoil your landscape.
Cleans as it polishes, replaces
their awful smell with fresh fragrances.
Their profane beliefs with fresh air.
Their noisy children...
Henry was brilliant; at least he had me
believing he was. He read at the Coffee
and Cruellers, the place with the sawdust
and peanuts on the...
My father remembers ancient banyan trees.
He sees ghosts in the tall temple grass,
smells rain on abandoned sugar cane.
He watches the ocean and waits.
Lately, he...
He was positive at 96
approved for hospice care
on O2 and morphine
to make labored breathing comfortable.
His last thought was walking
from the maternity ward
67 years ago...
mixed media on paper, 21,2 x 29,9 cm, 2020
Looking at a man selling tomatoes
my intellect begins to play a game—
are there enough in the fridge?
If there are too many & I buy,
Maria...
All animals are equal,
but some animals are
more equal than others.
— George Orwell
I guess I...
They call it Pattern of Life
The high resolution images
Data, collected by satellite
Analysed to spot the unusual
To predict what happens next
Make a preemptive arrest
Find Jimmy Hoffa
See...
I once tried to kick in the screen
of a 21” color tv wearing
my Tony Lama shit kickers.
The boot’s heel & slick sole
slid off the...
For Christmas, I received:
A six-pack of Budweiser, with a note from Dad. Start young, preempt disappointment.
An arched eyebrow and muttered menace when I didn’t thank...
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the waves brought it
right to her feet
that old improbable
message in a bottle.
She took it with her
kept it near
but did not want
to open it
to spoil...
These days all we do is swipe.
right for double cheese burger,
left for pasta with white sauce.
Gone are the days when Pav-Bhaji
would be home delivered...
my heart beats less in November
it has nothing to do with love
ice crystals in the morning sun
the dead leaves around my feet
tight shoes
gloved hands
last...
Publishing a book is important, whether self-published (without imprint) or cooperatively published (with imprint). Yeah, you won't get rich or earn a lot of...
The directions
on the shampoo bottle:
“Wet hair thoroughly
before applying.”
Someone got paid for that?
Why not me?
Here’s my resume.
Published Poet.
Will work for food.
I try on a suit to look handsome for the stars,
ask the mirror what I have gained and what I have lost.
I mourn the...
We sit on the stoop for hours.
A few passersby, one wearing bright red kicks,
Hey man help me out. You wave a royal dismissal.
Red-kicks nods,...
You pointed out a spot along the fence in the pasture and
recounted how you once snuck up behind a coyote and
just to see if...
here's a new batch for you. I know
that i erred when i couldn't resist
and sent several times when you
specifically scowl on excessive
submissions. I guess...
The petrifying things
that haunt me include
waking up one day to realize
I have become that person
who enjoys the OMG
Facebook games
that make cute acronyms
from the letters...
When she says my name it feels like my skirt flipped up
To check for underwear
Under where my brother hid when I was born,
There are...
Am I impressed? I suppose.
The bull’s head, the horns,
the way you puff up
three times your size. Still
you’re the same old, same old.
Considerate. A bit...
We are cognizant
of the black hole
at the heart of all
expectations,
yet our love
feels like an orbit;
slow and elliptical
around a private sun.
I, male, seem flighty
as though...
A violet aura fades to indigo along the skyline.
The drug of anger, and euphoria, are extinguished—
everything that gives me purpose
is extinguished.
Extinction appears, on the...
Ocean City, NJ, 1967
Meggs arrives wearing dangling earrings and attitude
Afternoon walk: Nefertari and Ra
My mother
waited up late for me
early Sunday mornings
chain-smoking cigarettes
off the pilot light,
her gas flame-blue shadow
cast across the kitchen
as I came up the back stairs
from...
"The creature
that does nothing
will get dafter!
And dafter!
And dafter!"
A man alone
keeps screaming
as he walks towards
Leicester Square
where at 8 am
barely a soul is stirring
where no creature
will...
King (in his own world)
De deskundige
Selectieve verontwaardiging
Counting the days
The wrong side of history
belongs to people who eat candy corn
one color at a time.
Scientists say
the twelve ingredients include
sweeteners, artificial colors,
animal skin and bones
and...
Compose it now, as a guarantee of surviving
this turbulent age, take it out for reassurance
when you need it most,
like a fifth of vodka,
or memories
of...
1.
there is a strange hill
at the cliff’s edge
verdant and delicious
smoothly curved
from the distance
it is not a hill, really
not stone flesh
with hairs pricked up
green to...
I don’t use a washcloth in the shower. It’s probably bad for me. Not exfoliating, I mean. I bet someone has died from it....
"Chun" is a series that I am working on in which I depict myself as an Asian woman, although I am a straight male,...
Silence chauffeurs loss,
I call it—God—
another conundrum unsolved.
A discreet chill lingers to speak,
a farewell from the arctic concludes:
if millions of anything dies
it isn’t equally tragic.
Primates...
something in the moonlight
like one long goodbye
I never heard
there's just the upholstery staring at me
the long death of the day
click and drag on a...
Mel took off to Cleveland last winter
cramming everything
she really needed
into a hatchback Honda Accord:
herself, her purse,
a fluffy Alaskan Malamute Koda.
Her blue 10-speed Peugeot
got left behind—
that...
California, 2020
North, South, and Central,
wildfires under a quarter moon
threaten the entire state.
The fire moon looks down on them
red as it rises into the night.
The...
.
there are things made bright
bled
folded
autumn arrives
and the yellow eyes close
sunflowers jiggle
then lean
upturned dirt chokes-up
children's fingers
birds
dive
on
a
belch
of
wind
:
i want to go
.
An apple orchard;
slim pathways on the hill
in the near distance
have turned blue
in dawn light.
I tell blonde Alice
I’m going to head out
to take photos.
Where? She...
They pile us on a field. Try to identify us, contact loved ones.
I think of older sister Nancy.
She must be coming.
She could joke about...
We have tons of hammers but not enough shoes.
Really, isn't it the same for you? We'd be just fine
if all that's required is beating...
I am ashamed of my schism,
my contortionist brain and tongue.
Told status is a ticket to love.
Take hurried notes on how
to be righteous.
Worship Satan at...
just
don't
fucking talk to me
don't try to buy me
...
-after "Einstein’s Dreams"
A man and woman walk hand in hand down the Grabenstrasse. The street is quiet on a Tuesday afternoon. An aproned man...
My virginity is still lost somewhere in Athens, Greece.
After serving my hippie time
for marijuana possession
I admit I was happy that prisons exist.
I didn’t need...
The artist Ann Chernow was born in 1936 and grew up in New York City. She has worked extensively in the mediums of lithography,...
When my son died
I was devastated by
the colossal waste
that was his mind.
That rare nonjudgmental
visionary kind.
My flattened affect belied
a manic hemispheric need
to understand his death.
When...
Aisyday is a collector of things.
Hats and canes. Handbags. Scars.
I can't be sure. I am certain.
She saw me as hard tissue. A door
left ajar....
baby Christmas trees
in a field
little bump in the backseat
driving past them
but most of my life I’ve been intense
no wonder I’m crazy
no wonder my little...
I refuse to die in a bunker, even if
it’s with you, my dear. I want the
slow death of struggling for light,
hand in hand, through...
In the port of Saint Petersburg
wavy-haired mathematicians
exhale vodka and sanctions-ringed cares
and caviar and smoke-circles
and vodka, questioning
the nature of consciousness, until they lose theirs.
In the...
Comforted by the rough of the stucco wall, my back
leaning on the hint of dew as I watch the moon hide
out of shame, alone...
who sit with understanding.
Focused, iridescent eyes
attend to your wet ones.
Well-timed hops on your lap,
headbutts; well-placed paws,
chins by thighs on couches.
Furry steps tap out
you are...
hammer apple
peacock tank
poached
|
raisin leather
defunct traction
capstan
|
boulder frack
inflate piss
ratchet
|
your anus above me
like a faucet
up a tree
|
your ice lolly
a placard
for your love
of contrast
|
catapult invert
potato reputed
curving
|
palace slippery
inkwell rebate
stone
.1
For the umpteenth time this mangled year
she asked me why I was crying
mama what’s wrong mama
the coffeepot was sputtering
vainly promising my restoration
on yet one...
Some Pinky pencils live longer
as they remain hidden in the dusty
pockets of blazers
that no longer fit.
Then there are unconcerned
ones that idle in a pen...
A small shiny insect crawled methodically across
the clean, white sheet of paper,
trying to crawl across before I stained it
with my useless words.
So arrogant and...
It was by no means
coincidence that a tortoise
the size of a manhole cover
walked out of the open desert
and into the path of our car.
I...
Strangers
We never shared the same space;
circumstance kept us apart.
We passed so close I’m sure
we must’ve touched
on some level, but life went on
unaware, invisible threads.
Friends
I...
My grandmother
asked. I was six years old
and thought she had met
Abraham Lincoln.
An old beach photo caught
her in sandy ankle boots
and cinched waist, her long
hair...
I buy my own groceries,
fix my own meals, wash
my dirty dishes: what more
could a woman want?
She might want a stiff erection,
that's what: something I...
Edwin was going bald
in high school.
Don’t ask me to describe him.
Just take my word for it.
He was not handsome.
The popular girls
didn’t want his cooties.
When...
gust on a carousel, revolve in Summer sun
as she kals to her mam on her doorstep.
Blown me nose on more material.
says her mam. Cheese-wire...
I won’t accept death delivered in prose.
Darkness fell twice tonight; can we still know
what’s real? Give me your hand and we'll compose
ourselves. Do you...
was
this old
friend of mine
who gave me my first
and only award for poetry.
it was
near 3 in the morning
and we
were drunk
on cheap vodka,
complaining
how we couldn’t
get published...
I kissed her cheek
and whispered,
"Good to see you."
Snore opened to smile,
her eyes looked up.
"Hello!" she said like a girl.
Then I went into a room...
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Beware the old witch who eats lost children.
Snuggle closely, my good little ones—
warm and tasty from your bath.
I will tell you fairy tales of...
Owl at full moon, fairy, rose
Bumblebee and Dragonfly in Love
It's a conversation
between the doorknob and me
when I stare long
and its glint in fake gold
glances back
as if for a turn
my hand is too lazy...
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that manifest while drawing...
I want to believe in reincarnation. Maybe it’s because my father told me, just before he died, that he didn’t believe in an afterlife,
had...
wings on silk
dancing small, on fragile fingers
dancing, tonight
on some kind of neon, pink sea
ancient, wooden boats will sail
forgotten sailors will be eaten
by moths:
you’ll fall...
sad disbeliever without feeling
beside a window
distorted by rain from
the second named storm of August
I watch three pure-white terns
brighter than
elegant
the delicate
grey of slender wings
that beat...
HEL
the sunlight makes long shadows of the trees
hands that reach across the road
there is that sickening moment
the fall of a thousand guts
the soft crunch...
Not just a man who understood
the confounding breath of the forest
but a man who knew both fire and peace
in the conversation of tree and...
The bars close down. The virus.
So I have my own drinking night. I line up four glasses of Merlot in my bedroom. Prep my...
Travel into the bitter north
Following the shooting star
To the fluorescent display that sears
The distance. Aurora Borealis. An oath
The night vows will last eons
Until the...
I come to
in the kitchen, leaning
against the stove,
gripping an empty bag
of Trader Joe’s white cheddar popcorn,
tasting salt but unable
to recall opening the bag
& eating...
The wood of the old farmhouse still crumbles,
paint powdery and chipped.
I pick at a flake with my fingernail
float from room to room through the...
It's quiet in the yard.
Gray-green leaves
barely rustle.
Sun is out: I need to get off
this couch.
I was in Tangiers
where a kindergarten friend I hadn't seen...
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there is nothing in the night
even the moon is probably missing
I haven’t bothered to look
I remember when you said
can you see the breeze through...
let yesterday go
for she’s an imposter-
eager to steal
today
a rose etched thief
who silently, beckons
…………………………..
and do not wait for tomorrow,
for he’s a tinker’s dream
a liar brushed...
Youth
I keep sitting on the deck
trying to feel how I used to
when I was younger
it was a vibrancy
a confidence
sometimes I almost feel like that
my...
She must have thought
I was bringing up
some blingy new couture.
I had just told her
there had been another one
this time in Allentown.
Voracious newshounds that we...
Whose ribs will fill you now, black silk dress
looking reproachfully at me
from the half-price rack?
I don't like your "look at me!" plea with one...
are at it again in the street
they practice twice a week on a Tuesday and Thursday
more in the periods before the local fiestas
it is...
When I withhold desire
to sate the empty vase
is when I saunter
through the garden
a virtual arrangement
of flora on feet
on display
with my peers.
It’s your ghost, no, it’s you—
coatless in June rain on the longest day,
walking with your arms crossed
over your chest to keep warm,
so I know...
elevators are dangerous
they’re to be avoided
conference rooms, even more so
scurry frantic, away on all fours
from under hard-wood desks:
too much space underneath them
lethal, seductive
shun enclosed,...
all the poets I’ve met
at a safe distance
on the Internet
after years of
carefully cultivating
meaningful
introverted
long-distance
friendships with
kindred unquenchable
minds suffering
a similar affliction
to wrangle a world
into making some
semblance of...
Dear Lou,
How long have you been dead now? Almost 10 years. You were supposed to mentor me longer, ya know. I don't know what...
Is it just me or is it getting crazier out there?
Gather up your precious stones and get ready to hurl them yes
assume your holier...
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Acrylic, pencil, chalk, ink on Kraft 280gm corrugated cardboard paper
mixed media on canvas, 90 x 90 x 3,5 cm
I remember being a little kid and staring at the fattest guy at the pool
what a brat
well anyway, justice is served, because now he's...
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The playground's fake dirt pellets were warmer than I remembered.
Millions of tiny rubber cylinders of identical size, shape, and color
released a disturbing chemical stench.
Yet...
The dog wants to bite,
her muzzle twitching
as she tends to emails and texts.
The dog wakes up and drinks coffee.
When you were a child
you were...
The excavators started one street over, blocking the street with “ROAD CLOSED” signs and orange cones that kids upended with their bikes.
“I suppose we’re...
lawd
we march
lawd
we chant
lawd
we pray
lawd
i sing the body to a hemorrhage
i sing
"the fires are not my doing
neither is the fear
nor the brown skin
i put my...
"Write drunk; edit sober." –Ernest Hemingway
Punctuation is a personal struggle. It begins that way for anyone who wants to be a memorable writer. Who doesn't...
the thin film of my mouth
on your cunt
in a half-mile high toilet
just to keep us going
through an invisible
security corridor from west to east
notes of...
i am he shouted
as an emergency tourniquet
to his severed identity
you are i agreed
am i on the floor yet
he called falling backwards
spinning out of control
there...
coronilla blooms now
by the bridge
where I poured out his ashes
across the creek
I see the ghost of a groundhog
popping up between tobacco shoots,
whistling—
I remember blowing...
First a bird, then the sea;
then huge armies traipse
to their catastrophe.
Now the storm;
next the dawn—
freedom dangles
from a single sound.
Closer, ever closer, march
children from the...
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The Ancients
O wild cat,
flat on your back with
your head on my
arm, old-man
belly exposed and
legs occasionally
twitching in their
natural dreams,
your serious claws
knead the breast of
instinctive sky
past my...
