You assume--being so knowledgeable with your one art history classtaken decades ago while studying in London (yes, London!),where there were real, honest-to-god Monet water lilies in the what'dya'call it Tate--that the two red wolves are symbolic or something. Maybe that's why only one is kind of tawny, the other being black as death or shadowsor … Continue reading “ON CORTADA’S RED WOLVES”

Time, like a howling wind,Onward dreadful flying,Naught his will denying,Passes, with a grin.Now ye stand in sorrow's space,Mourning tears about thy face,Midst a trackless, formless waste. Long, languishing you've dwelt,There where comes no reckoning,There where Dawn's light beckoning,Ne'er makes her presence felt.Far you've flown from time-bound throng,And gusts o'er void replace the song,Of souls that … Continue reading “TIMELESS MAN”

header image by Lydia Sera Garbage Birds do you want to hear about my boyfriend,I ask the empty room,unwinding the yarn through the labyrinthin no particular direction. he didn’t like it when I called some thing mundane,as if I were casting it as a fault, as if it were an affront to the thing,as if … Continue reading “GARBAGE BIRDS” – “SNAKE AND COW”

A Simple Time, Somewhere Else An intimidating fatherA crack addict auntA photograph of a woman holding roses lit on fire, smoke watering her eyesA vein that pulsates out of my neck when I’m under stress An evil twitter followerA contract with a security firmA heartbroken half sisterA tair in the crotch that shows my testicle … Continue reading “A SIMPLE TIME, SOMEWHERE ELSE” – “ASTRAL NIGHTMARE” – “FREEDOM”

Тихо, тихо. Без тебя так тихо.Шорох, истончающийся в нить.Всё на свете состоит из жмыха,Стоит лишь сильнее надавить. Грустно, грустно. Без тебя так грустно.Полоумья круглая печать."Ты и я" отныне бессоюзно,Будет по раздельности звучать. Помню. Помню всё. Тебя не помню.Фотоплёнкой таешь на свету…Сердцем угодив в каменоломню,Мерю сигаретой пустоту. Тихо, тихо. Без тебя так тихо… It’s so silent. … Continue reading “IT’S SO SILENT”

No—I don't want to ownmy Agency any longer. I wantto short the neon sign aboveits door, flickering: Choose! Now!Here! You can even leaveyour shoes on inside, forget Chinesenorms. No—I refuse those normsand these ones too. One can't pleaseanyone by pondering and pondering orbs.Or plucking futures like apples, heavywith promise (love? no—worms). Ugh. I said ugh. … Continue reading “AGENCY”

Spinneret Behind the wisdom that, when chasedby a bear, one need not runfastest of all the prey but rather fasterthan the one who limps, say, or the one who loseswind mere steps into the chase, we meanto assume something of the bear:its speed or its unwavering will to eat.For you, every moment anticipates a catch,and … Continue reading “SPINNERET” – “FAIR GAME, FORREST” – “LIVING PROOF” – “COULD AND WOULD”

header image by Cecilia bounding downhill lungs sear nightboots stomp damp stone, grass, dirtghosts whisper on wind. all hate and staticmuscles fire-flicker i run on instinct& sweat on lips premonitions violence.spilling guts brain gnashes stench boils under moonlighttouch forgotten -- vermin writhe --everything blurs together after a long enough time out here. gnawed fingers bare … Continue reading “I GREW UP SMELLING GASOLINE IRON AND BLOOD AND YOU CANNOT SCARE ME”