Palomas, Cuidad De Mexico

Palomas, Cuidad De Mexico

    Because devotion. Because ether. Because the saint holds a paintbrush, his sorrow. Because the grass may grow sharply, its knives. Because wonder. Because somehow a dove has nailed itself to the shadow of a tree. Because at some point in this holy story,...
A Compendium of Notional Words & The Medicine of Blues

A Compendium of Notional Words & The Medicine of Blues

  A Compendium of Notional Words   :::::::::: gerund a kind of weeping through the night, the gentle flowing of river water, which has tumbled out of mountain streams to slowly meander along grass lined meadow-banks. It’s burbling sounds like those of the...
The Birds

The Birds

  Human beings ought to emulate the birds. Every millisecond on TV is a birdbrained lie. And I love TV very much so I can say it. A soothing mixture, pain and plenty. The average American spends 500 hours per year in disbelief. The rest, in ennui. Once upon a...
Landscape with Borrowed Contours

Landscape with Borrowed Contours

  If you’ve got it, flaunt it, said a t-shirt my mother gave me, but what did I have? Tiny batteries in my breasts, which hummed along, expectant. I did and didn’t want to grow up and into a woman so I tore pages out of Mademoiselle and the monthlies...
Two Poems

Two Poems

    EVER YOU ARE My subject, myself, my object, I too have spent my whole life hungry. Any human contact brings news of me to me. Any information is news. Today I helped a stranger. Wished I was a medic. Everyone would say how good I am that bad. Look at me...