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"
a car rolls passed the ears of an end date fruity and un-shakable salt in containment-facilitation, to speed up the transition process, injection-owl, a quick taste, a double-shot bubble-gum blow to the semi-circular disk of what the non-shotgun did to the arithmetic, exit-holes of the miracle-made, without question— but where to go from dark into […]Read more "A Single Iota of Higgs En-Human"