Monthly Archives: July 2013

Importance is relative. The cosmos is free. I drowned in the milk of culture I only drink the beers that do cost most I add tea to my lemons for Palmer. I don’t pet dogs, but I do pet kittens … Continue reading →

The room is dark, so I must type tonightInstead of write with pen and with notebookThis is an exercise in finding lightFrom darkened rooms as summer’s heat onlooks:A word can issue from any originAs humans find their naissance anywhereThey happen … Continue reading →

I get sad when I write; the pen tears up The page, like a stage for strict tap dancers Sweating across the boards, their black ears up With airs down like at-rest necromancers: The movement is cursive, each heel kicks … Continue reading →

Bottles, bottles, bottles all on the floor Add a fourth bottle and you have the score Two bottles of water, both primed to pour Into the parchéd mouth, sweet speech’s door: One bottle is red, two bottles are clear One … Continue reading →