Externality
the only externality for the recycle symbol on the toothpaste tube was the cost of the engineer’s hours answering the question can we print the symbol and OK the lawyer’s examining the regs or maybe the engineer had to develop a way to make a tube that met stipulations but there it is seen regularly each morning and evening allowing… Read more →
Leisure Time
preen the image | in the videochat camera | gaze all day at it \ rub the teeth with finger | while conversing / with far-distant brethren | subsist / by self-soothing touch | license self | dole of chocolate | or iteration | of Candy Crush | mind modulates self | self-replicating machines | from the start | by… Read more →
24
(iiiii iiiii iiiii iiiii iiii) candles form a frame around buttercream roses. i exhale but (i) flame remains thumbing through the great divorce twin engines force forward a valerian breeze. i venture out for an evening stroll but the neighborhood softball games and ice cream truck’s music box jingle melt into golden hour glances on crunchy september lawns grayed street… Read more →
From Ashes
I am not grieving, even underneath the forest canopy though the edges of my life have curled where the leaf litter crumbles like paper set on fire, charred and turned into decay that feeds a more precious nature due to its brush with death and more tinder-like qualities: dry, brittle, catches with abundantly close vigor, burns long enough to release… Read more →
aubade
the golden god of morning stands up smacks its head against the cloud ceiling and blacks out under a circle of cartoon birds peeping it’s always the birds that make me glad to be back their sparse cadences scatter over the dream shadows which drop away like clothing scarf on the chair sock on the stair a sparrow brings me… Read more →
Bachelard and the Artist Interrupt Each Other
outside & inside my lines, oily red are both scribbled intimate spaces matter of passion they are always heat and downbeat ready to be brushed away reversed the hand tries to exchange their limned loops of ` hostility bodies pained if there exists a refugee in a borderline shadowed shade surface caught in between such masked smiles an inside of… Read more →
Pageant of Glass
“I do not want to wax philosophical about so much ‘useless’ beauty scattered over the oceans – Nature is prodigal.” – Karl von Frisch on diatoms, microscopic silica-shelled algae a golden field of floating needles fantails of teal & amber halfway between Kandinsky & a hardware bin the board brims with sliced blue limes minnows huddle nanopatterns on a manifold… Read more →
Talking Soutine
The Houses (1921) Wind whipped orange roofs, errant flames. A writhing, thrusting of coiled greens, vertical whites, like candles dripping with war. One, front-center, the tallest, skinniest boy, eyes startled wide. Carcass of Beef (1924) Chain hung, flooded with blood, bucketed and bought fresh. Who has ever known such red. Marrow-soaked space, thin white strings tied tight to form. Memory’s… Read more →
This poem is a door
is a body I hear tapping against the window a leafless body scratching against the door much larger than the bird singing in the lacing forest beyond the window all things are full of gods this body singing from the shadowed ring of trees that is this door where we were carried by the body’s music toward the moon dragging… Read more →