a poem should be serene beneath the surface, don’t you think? a portal to unassailable worlds indigo breezes and elevator music paradise if paradise is the difference between Descartes and a fish hook —and let me tell you—i’d choose the fish hook every time but what am i saying? satire is outdated punked like an [...]
Untitled, Woman with Tree, paper collage, 2021 being. portrait of nonbeing still-life with an apple tree tied behind your back thin paper nose back arched like a self-tied knot infatuated with pianos, maybe, or waking up gently to the thrill of chrysanthemums on a Tuesday morning (with dew) it’s the kind of scenery that writes [...]
If you've been following this blog for awhile, you probably know how much I love nature. Hiking, camping, gardening, even raising butterflies. There aren't very many outdoor activities (or critters) I don't like. Although, I've never taken a particular interest in birds. Not until recently, that is. It seems over the past few months, I've [...]
The Curtain Waits for No One, paper collage, 2021 arms of summer visible climate a momentary release of freedom everything we see is also its opposite so what matters? silence birdsong the kind of sex that dawns in unripened waters i sleep to loosen my eyes from reason i gather the hummingbirds i feed the [...]
tell me the entire face is mine even the subtle interior like a toy silver bell tell me the riddle at the end of the nose is also mine a red letter "r" or an ember of hair a wing where innocent elbows used to be as if to say, we are each standing at [...]
peace of mind is organic like this image of a missing garden freedom and ontological butterflies i imagine the pale dancer her orbit of serenity as a mantra for dusk reminiscing about a friend, maybe (orchids are her undoing) hips move like paper rainbows to her left, there’s a child who stuffs civilization in his [...]
Salvador Dalí, Skull with its Lyric Appendage Leaning on a Night Table Which Should Have the Exact Temperature of a Cardinal Bird's Nest, 1934. there’s a chemical basis for everything under the sun frogs' legs, leotards the surreality of a piano in a cool, dry desert this poem, i believe, is organic sexual gravitational like [...]
they say the hour of the elephant has ended the curious octaves of lily pads are asleep on the beds of imaginary rivers (mellow, green, with lofty perfumes of herbs and fresh candlelight) i hope you’ve enjoyed this time between planets the sacred meditations of snails philosophers retro-emotional sunflowers …breathing in space breathing out bouquets [...]
the inventors of these space outfits have never endeavored to count to infinity; have never proven sufficiently the reality of bees; nor the supernatural origins of monochrome gardens long lines of matchstick flowers a handful of underwater birds; or the fish of this haiku to say nothing of our vanishing love stories the bitter lives [...]
there’s something so contemporary about loneliness, don’t you think? where the sky crumbles in a flower or a bed beneath the moon take a crow on a wire, for example calling out angels, fielding interruptions it’s the same savage desire for oneness beyond-ness. and who can compete with that? who would measure our souls against [...]
