I sift crumbs in sheets, shift in bed as stars tick in the sky. My body moons. It filled with milk my children drank, and now it is black tea. The bitterness of over-steeping wrestles with my tongue. But I have plucked a peach from every day. I’m fuzzy on the details of my life. Its pits pile up inside… Read more →
I fear the cold, walls will fall away. Someone will pull the pins and a map of tsunamis will cover us. The power lines take our power. I fear my blood won’t come. Somebody will take my body and make me a house for someone else to haunt. I fear saying the word no. Because what do I know? I… Read more →
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 →
A lesson in treading lightly sometimes for miles a trail where everything vanishes except the next rock: blue-green, heathered by moss, weathered by the same water that Heraclitus brooked. After each leap, critters loosen from the waterlogged oak, a feast for the creek bed, that dams the cool fluidity, loam-perturbed, lifted by the skin at the arch—
“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 →
There’s nothing greener than grass except the untended weeds, bristling, poking in a brittle way at the world around their envy. Except nothing’s green that’s not painted or plastic. It won’t rain. The grass is on edge. There’s no greed like the rooted seeds’ for water. I walk guarded among them like one accused. Like each passing day, the blades… Read more →
I don’t gamble much, but the mine struck me as casino- ish. Nobody ends up there accidently, there’s no windows, there’s no clocks, every last machine beeps and flashes, every last light’s strategically placed and in between it’s unsettling dark. I saw a bird underground once, and a mushroom under a beltline that dripped a chemical composition evidently nutritious enough… Read more →
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 →