It Means Bread

It Means Bread

                     The language I want to speak will always save flowers from drowning. It’ll know what bones make up breath, who buries the cadaver of sound. It’ll know the...
Mea Culpa

Mea Culpa

                             “My only regret is that I wasn’t born somebody else.” Woody Allen    ...
Of Them That Sold Doves

Of Them That Sold Doves

             It begins with labor, what keeps this machine          in sync within the larger gears and coils,          the...
Two Poems

Two Poems

            Angels                    Better get your angel on,          said...
IV. Bass Macabre

IV. Bass Macabre

Saul Bass, graphic designer We use death because it contains all life the way we use black for all colors, & light. &c. for all words & allegory for meaning. Meaning for all people is not the same. We take people for individuals. An individual for one....