Gluegun
Draining in bucket of others
Mixed craftly, tirelessly with palms and lip-drool
of your design, by my allowance
Poetry
347 works
Old Stories
Have you heard the one about the woman who went hiking / running / walking / riding /
quickstepping through the mountains / park / forest / city street and never came home?…
you have. So often that you, especially if you are not a woman, might call this story…
What They Left Behind
The day after the phone company
jackhammered the asphalt
on this neighborhood street,
peasant miasma
aches, stomachhead— screenstaring until terminal burnout
fantasizing about creativity seeking emotional highs loosely akin to that of writing
hating myself so much I seriously entertain becoming average, renouncing my gift
drones
The amerikan poem reads
like a nursery rhyme or perhaps
the disjointed inner monologue
To Secure a Share of Equanimity, Hide Behind a Skull
Death empowers others. — Elias Canetti
The rain comes down both sides of a camel, but only one flank of the mountain is green.…
Through each gate passes a road, lawless and desolate; along the road a breeze, scented…
The Afterworld
A metaphysical music plays chess with Death. No one remembers their last move. Lost in the
greater glory of the next. We must be careful to pretend. Symbols clash. And an…
stars follows the Chorus as they glide across the heavens chanting no man is happy.…
Stuck in the Middle with You
I tried to explain to Charon all the good that Prometheus had done for humankind. But…
Read More →The Despot
The one who, after every announcement of someone’s death, eats more.
— Elias Canetti
A very rich man who advocates killing the dead, burning every mummy he can buy. He. He
No Map for This
She called to say the doctors found a lump.
Hours away, universe dark above us.
Coming home from dinner, what could we say
An Exercise in How Small I Can Shrink Myself
I'll start with the toes,
curling them towards the ball of the foot
in a less imposing pose.
Pathos and Puns, Feeling for Heartache Beneath a Suit of Amore
I had learned not to take gravity lightly; even before the apple fell, it weighed…
mind. I knew the first couple hadn’t floated around Eden like cosmonauts in the…
Space Station, but I wondered how they came down to Earth. Without a DJ, or for that…
Just Kick Back, and Let the Wheel Turn
He saw through everything, and so it was he saw nothing – the nothing that is not…
A wise man who suffered from paranoia once wrote that the invention of absolutely safe…
would allow people who ride in them “to feel immortal for a while.” Perhaps he was being
Imagine
if we assumed humanity first;
if we held our other descriptors,
our demands about where from and why—
The Art of Not Breathing
A butterfly flicks its wings and, somewhere,
across the world you smile.
When I flip through old files, find your handwriting
The Insomniac
Stretched out in the back of the bus
a woman twitches in her sleep,
reminds me of a fish.
Hamlet in New York State
Clouds clot the sky, where they break, the retiring sun
pulses through the firmament
draped over the wounded Hudson Valley