Poetry
from Aphrodite’s Birds
come, my birds. / let me whistle you down from the winter branches, / the bleached sky, / let me tease you into the open. / / i have decorated my...
surface
Le ciel est paré / d’eau douce et d’aveux / / cette douleur / dans un lieu habité: nos corps / et puis les songes que remue / un sommeil bref...
she seven
7. Number seven is a crooner, a jukebox ass-swayin’ horny as spring-fucking / crooner. She sings and she giggles. The sound of her laugh drains into me, a / stingy sap. I...
zone of noon or, how to eat a pear
It requires a shift in perspective, an escape from linear / assumptions. Start from the top, not from the side. This is not a / still life. There is only sunshine, hunger,...
untitled
it was a nice little haiku / that dr. khoowhoo shared with my girlfriend and me / in the state i was in i can’t really remember it but it went something...
vanishing point
bye-bye time last summerbummer with Nana & Grandpa / them in tummy of Dumbo-Jumbo going up up light & itsy in the big blue / now her own first ride on the...
winter tells
I think in the winter. / That was when. / cold and hot at the same time / wet and dry / / blue lips and parka umbra of fur, soft...
parlez-vous français?
A knock at the door of my furnished room / in a downtown Winnipeg rooming house / where I study in the afternoons. / I open to the woman from the next...
zapotecs
I would like to be kidnapped by a Zapotec / but am too small to climb the pyramids. / / Learn to stuff the pavo in Náhuatl; domestication / of the...