January 2012
2 posts
1 tag
1 tag
July 2011
1 post
June 2011
8 posts
i coated the inside of my right ear with butter, so i could taste from which entrance your words walked in.
Re: All the people bobbing down the sidewalk this morning Pudgy little amalgams of flesh. Precious little lobster rolls, begrudgingly butted out of their buns. So early. Making their way all squinty-eyed. SUN, you old goon. Here we go again. “ALL YOU PEOPLE ARE SO PRECIOUS,” I squeal.
The woman in the elevator with me has an accent that is warm and gooey. She says “down,” but I hear “up.” It’s unsettling. I stare at the sentences coming out of her mouth in curvy script. Depending on my area of focus, letters become other letters. Like the drawing that is both a rabbit and a duck. I duck, to see her vowels from the bottom. Rabbits. Each letter sentenced to stew in the goo...
May 2011
9 posts
1 tag
April 2011
1 post
“We Spaniards know a sickness of the heart that only gold can cure.” - Hernando Cortez, Conquistador “Keep me searching for a heart of gold.” - Neil Yong, Canadian Singer-Songwriter
February 2011
6 posts
1 tag
God the Daughter can lie on water the lie will set you free. She’s the Good Shepherd who high-heeled the leopard and eye-healed the man who could see.
the incarnation of God the Daughter turns my red wine into water so i can brew uncertain tea while she quietly promises me, there’s nothing more than this.
December 2010
1 post
1 tag
November 2010
9 posts
1 tag
October 2010
3 posts
September 2010
3 posts
August 2010
6 posts
headless woman by the sea her body forms a lock and key a lock of limb in a minor key a lock of limb is a lock to see her body forms a lock to sea her body forms a lock for me a chamber that raises the level I see a chamber that orchestrates a major key to navigating water ways to see
1 tag
July 2010
2 posts
