PREFACE yellow book company: a compilation of pages signaling a journey in non-sequential order (ii) i’m working backwards from it backwards down a mountain backwards like a sliding rock from a land of wide open spaces towards a hole that looks like the sun i wasn’t a minute from it from the narrow promise of [...]
Tag: creativity
Moondogs
quick before the sun sets on this field of fire and the fresh air faces us like a splinter raise your skirts and collapse your fists, you primal-eyed maidens of the night we are women of the future, our broken hearts are dead in a box, with knees as delicate as ants, we are benevolent, [...]
Yellow Book Company
PREFACE yellow book company: a compilation of pages signaling a journey in non-sequential order (page 8) if it’s more real than white, then why don’t we save it a space on every forehead? not the past, little lady, the space within—no—the sight that gives sight, what blinds us to the gaps that only the mind [...]
Pleasure Song
because of this i ask for you at your elbows for a drift of the knee and a pushing for the pulse of a violent overturning for the golden hour when my breasts are clutched in the fists of a midday storm we are blue with the veins of existence and you with your blood [...]
Slo Hand
to be invisible is to forget the memories of strangers somebody in traffic somebody split by desire the faraway splendors of nocturnal skin a low-key smile handshake crippled as a fishhook time is the language of lost emotion days of wine and knives in oranges we are masters of panic and savage sexual cool
On Being Alone
For as long as I can remember, I have enjoyed being alone. Maybe it’s because I was an only child. Or perhaps it’s a matter of disposition. Or both. Whenever anyone asks me if I miss having a sibling, even now, I think, What a ridiculous question! A sibling would have inevitably interrupted my much-cherished [...]
Artificial Overkill
I. verbatim an arrogant pause apart and beyond a cemetery for all the little explosions that escape from our mouths encrypted in the babble the dark horse of myth deteriorates like a terminal roach expletive volcanic heart rhetoric is the sunny side of the rainbow dreams, the frailest of human obligations II. i don’t know [...]
