Inner push for a singular story. But my character is where. Wouldn’t say I’m better, and don’t think […]
Poems
Laundry. Dry or wash. Or remain filthy. There’s an equation, an expectation, but I ignore it.
Grass burdened by season escalation. Empathize from a parked car. They don’t speak our dialect. Too imagist, visual. […]
Wait for the brewing Wait for the brewers Wait for it to cool Coffee cruelty. (4/29/14)
Race. Lap. Crash. Flat. No shops in which to stop, be fixed. Depend on what I always do: […]
One woman with a bottle of Chardonnay. Another, walking out, with some sixpack Of whites. And another woman, […]
Local oval, singing in line, One in audience, double check, press select, dead a debt if it lets– […]
1,000 words written at Hood Mountain’s foot– Beautiful sky, promising. Coffee, now, before the day extravasates. Calculator, count […]
This Zin, arcadian and effulgent– Telling me to rebel, I can only calculate the ways I wish. For […]
Confusion, like painted shells, and I can’t rely on translation. Using my place to have said one release. […]