Here you are.
- One-off 4
There are at least layers to everything I see now,
rarely a naked exception. Notorious for speed,
my humanity has grown dysfunctionally rigid in a papier mache
saq that cusps me from free kiting, or drags me in tow to know air
where no wind is. (more…)
- One-off 3
Like golf-pencils for a compass,
And angles for a protractor,
You gave me the bread and song.
Can we slide-rule (slipstick) my logs and roots, again,
Without an abacus to rattle rhythms with?
- One-off 2
As one of my favorite drawers drew:
There is no time for love on a see-saw.
Like sighs down a pair of rubberneckers
throating by the sea-side of the airplane,
no one can cause what would ail and heal,
in and out, without a heavy dance partner.
Otherwise you’re sitting in their utter
abandonment, let go to the stillness
of the foglight glow.
- One-off 1
I mark memorial day this time with a rotten x;
The lines of which I draw not with inc,
but with a hulk of corn cobs i’ve piled,One kernal for each colonel? No, but rather
A husk for each shucked soldier.
A corn cob pile and a button that ends on the dotted line…With delight of summer fare, war fare;
A grill for each grilled confessor.
Poem for every dollar billed to me.This time, we
count to ten before
breathing again.
- I am dumbfounder of my own project
…
Was it then I bought a peach? That’s as I remember.
From a stall near Charing Cross Station.
It was the first fresh peach I had ever tasted.
I could hardly believe how delicious.
At twenty-five I was dumbfounded afresh
By my ignorance of the simplest things.—Ted Hughes, in “Fulbright Scholars”
- mayorly sad to presidential to downright papal awful
Kith; Mine…
an unordered list of peopl I no longer write to;
The Justice
The Poet
The Poet
The Poet
The Poet
David Macaulay.
- A line or two to test the hand
This is a place for things.
- the lid
1.
this technique is for a hole in the world,
it’ll kick us off fine,
as long as I flip my light light lid.Lid on my head is face,
Ask someone strong to open it for you.
; my heart is jam for your sammiches.let’s go, long as I let go, (more…)
- antistory 2
Once there were Felix and Phoebe. Or, there was Felix, and there was Phoebe, both mothlike on fire in life and in death. (more…)
- antistory 1
I heard about this guy who worked all day and never heard his own heart beating (more…)
