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It will have to be a short one. Tax season has ended. What I miss most but also found the most exhausting were the conversations. All those talks with my cherished co-workers, with oh-so-much idle Continue reading Floating Yellow Kitchens
If you’ve no new trick to stay the hand of man, You, poor Devil, have run your course, stepped to your bounds— Let sea and sand blast what they can. I say, engorge with dread Continue reading Devil, Stand By (a villanelle)
Expired and lazy hands become more supple, fixed in a sinewy shade…. Unquiet, umbra-earth drones and fondles my darkling hands.
It is far, far too likely that having a center isn’t for me. I dissipate lightly, as of noisome gasses loosed from my skin. Did he enter somehow, through some crevice? Had I known, I Continue reading I Dissipate Lightly
I’ve grown wary of the barely black button. So I’ll make it with circus ties and dry seasons, belly-up lies and carousels. The ministers of fucking aeronautics have declared mistletoe failure, and throughout the workings Continue reading Goodnight All
“By law, we’re all equally entitled to have—and share—our opinions. Quality is rare. Context matters: who’s speaking, and why.” Who and why… Children of war huddle in wallows, then die: “Who hates us so, Mama? Continue reading Preamble to a Reckoning
‘Can watch your hand lilting, It glows yellow and strums the brassy pond– See the confetti canopy that warbles above us in the blue sky? Sky sits scary– Yet you bargain for its radiance, And Continue reading What the Nymph Would Have Said to the Woodsman Were She Not Under Water
Ever wonder what it can be like when writers are critical of themselves? Here’s a demo. –And if you’ve ever had someone respectfully suggest that your poetry may be cryptic, abstruse, and/or incomplete, then maybe Continue reading The Art Experience: Acquiring Beauty of Mind
