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untitled. 5 Feb 2010 | 05:17 am
A word like a door opens and discovers us still standing mouths gaping indecisive and one step away from mourning although we discover to our chagrin we don't know how. The muscles that buckle and su...
Untitled 14 Oct 2009 | 04:08 am
All those times you forgot forgot to wipe the sweat from your palms before you offered your hand dripping, literally dripping. And then later how a silence fell. Empty. There are no secrets between us...
Nye's. 3:00pm. Snowy Saturday. 22 Jan 2009 | 10:46 am
(2059) Later you'd wake up They always said you would wringing your hands wondering where did that woman go that friend that baby that body and on the screen at the foot of your bed a nice man with s...
remission 25 Oct 2008 | 02:28 pm
my poetry is in remission. active is the other part. the part of dialogue and stage directions and structure and building up a thing, a script, a pulsing blueprint. Something. I miss my poems. but ...
gulp 6 Sep 2008 | 09:27 am
Really. Time flies. Intention doesn't always combine with action - then again in the pool of this little blog does anyone hear the ripples. Well, for you, out there, we have this... it's cold here, r...
Sliver 13 Aug 2008 | 01:34 am
We wind ourselves up curl ourselves up into the ball that serves us so well - and forget to name our children in ways that will lead them on. instead - don't take up space hang low on that totem pole ...
untitled thursday 1 Aug 2008 | 02:26 am
for WM all love. more sooner. and listen, making art is better than killing people and buying shit. and listen, u make all the difference.
and you have to start somewhere 23 Jul 2008 | 03:51 am
I'm trying again. I feel out of practice. I feel dislocated - I am dislocated. No matter, it shouldn't matter. There's something to be found everywhere. So I'm trying. Bear with me and maybe a stride ...
inventory #1 14 Nov 2007 | 03:39 pm
17 blocks to work. by car, foot, bike or train. home. 3 rooms. couch. 2 cushions. sky. close to the ground and grey. my eyes, 2 your eyes, 2 2 hours out of 24 considering an impossible future...
away in western massachusetts 5 Jul 2007 | 10:59 am
And as three days and more here pass and I am catapulted deep into a novel by Bronte and I cannot take myself from her, nor lose her cadence and concerns which reach into my heart and touch me deeply…...
