SPORES

Though I cannot be sure of the events that shall transpire after I complete this account, I believe it is prudent to detail the happenings experienced firsthand in the last few days. It shall no doubt appear to be a fantastic tale, but should the horror pervading this small, sleepy town of Bridgeway continue, I … Continue reading SPORES

“THE NIGHT OF THE STATIONS” – “THE CHLORINATED DISTRICT” – “THE MARQUIS OF EXTENDED GRACE”

The Night Of The Stations To arrive in another city of torn politicAnd to use a red light against the rising buildingsAs an ethereal crimson flag. To arrange another dateAnd to dread the use of my poor spanish. ReggaetonBecometh public address echo, the rhythm a languageAnd the beacon on the mountaintop is a young starAbove … Continue reading “THE NIGHT OF THE STATIONS” – “THE CHLORINATED DISTRICT” – “THE MARQUIS OF EXTENDED GRACE”

TWO SONNETS FOR SUSANNE K. LANGER AND JOHN COLTRANE

1.The scalpel of the tongue. A drill. A pen.Equation in the eye. Commanding formdemands a limit (What and how and whenand where?), a quickening thorn. Rise up, performthese acrobatics of the germ, expandthem upwards, outwards—leap from bass to lightin faceless intervals. (O, stay thy hand,destroying I. Thou ribosome!) A sight-read score, a figured base, a … Continue reading TWO SONNETS FOR SUSANNE K. LANGER AND JOHN COLTRANE

PIE MINISTER; OR, SOUL AND FLESH IS ALL I HAVE

You lie there in bed, sick, weak, aching, foul, wet, damp, greasy, slimy, reddened, gross, itchy (but there’s no energy to scratch it), exhausted from doing less than nothing, the virus vibrating through your body like a cheap and tacky marital aid, the room grim and gray and cold, so cold, the dim light poking … Continue reading PIE MINISTER; OR, SOUL AND FLESH IS ALL I HAVE