Poetry
[sic]
sic is an extremely simple irc client. Don’t take this personally. It consists of less than 250 / lines of code. It’s nothing shut eye won’t wipe. It is the little brother...
[07]
It is all a dream. [28] / / An angel arrives. [49] / / Reinforcements penetrate. [38] / / They are defeated by a virus. [12] / /...
[02]
The book that you read, seeking something. [60] / / The book that you write, to discover. [52] / / The book for which they burn you. [35] / ...
Tornado Chaser
My son scans the sky for supercell storms / the way I once watched ladders of light for signs / of the Rapture. He waits for squall lines to form, / cumulonimbus...
Greg: Corps of Engineers, Afghanistan
It was a mean / while, and fuckin’ warm, / / as we swarmed / a pact-racket of battle-hungry / rag-tag, mis-fits / / when it all kettles / into...
Jazz
when is it day when / is it day when / is it day / when / is it / day / / ADAMS, Richard, 57, male; sev catatonic st /...
Your Parka Trimmed in Fur
We are surrounded by milky coffee / steaming out of cups on white saucers. / A bit of bread, blackberry jam. / Gloves float by the café window, carried / off by...
Crossing the High Level Bridge
A seagull jumps off into a wind that cracks it open over the nestled knot / of some inner-bird hinge that moves like the ugly joisting of a jaw, / /...