At seven o’clock I brewed some coffee, waiting for it to finish, I stared at leftover pizza— I decided to eat straight from the box —like beautiful birds of old, or like the mouth of a miracle. It was now Tuesday. Standing in the kitchen, a lonely water drop rippled in the sink. The first […]Read more "Ordinary Tuesday Morning"
it’s raining outside down upon the inside to create a point of enclosure and as it does so the vibration of this procedure is felt in thunder and known from the sky-lion who looks at us from the side of the jar we are the containment-becoming-within, as jam-packed falls of cloud-filled water infuses us into […]Read more "Voices of the Leaves"
drones sweep the kitchen floor wide awake to partake a stab at decoding ceiling sheep it can be seen their eyes are full of pollen-bees the type that dodge and run their mouths when gliding newspaper wings through south replicated knife endorsement, something not many know of, nor would consider, as if weather had a […]Read more "Clean"
while you understand I’m leaving you alone for awhile yet, another will come in my place and stand in the shoes of your diaper to prepare kitchen dinner with food of grace, the only type of steaming chicken you’ll eat chicken tender in butter and salted to your perfection, the type of preparation only good […]Read more "I’m in the basement"
It isn’t too late to turn around, or is it, looking out from the drawer of these eyes spying to examine the floor of time but time has huddled back in, quick, knowing the delivery system is in check and looking to securitize its efforts, while it may only remain theoretical to it, it is […]Read more "Stroll On"
perhaps in the sink, clogged, remains courage, huddled up, shaking in the dead-grief of its memory, where it can’t rinse off what happened, but only night-after-night, re- play it, so as to make an attempt at finding, what was lost, as a potential opportunity for, coming to terms with, what happened—in hopes of, in search […]Read more "Closed Book Worship"
clenched ribcage the passage of airflow tight, but not serious, not serious at all, only energetically tight, having to do with feminine side of the body communication and potential feedback, no place to hide, corners have been ripped out the ceiling demolished, you should see how clean the kitchen isRead more "Portrait of a Moment of Energy"
The alphabet got up and protested it doesn’t like these things it’s too constrained yattah-yattah-yattah it goes on and links too many whatever they are to rain and blink blink goes the train it just drives passed as if it were driving the past-brain of an event that swing-swing eats at the margins of everything […]Read more "Housemade"