[…] the tricksiest of the Pixies came alive in the ferment & brought the lightning. […] Puzzle piece insanity is, in fact, something anyone can develop. It takes only some conditions, or some habits, or some different blend of beans. […]
Category: prose poem
Latest iteration on my business card + Excerpted poem “We”
[…] Punch in, punch out; as the weary depart; you are alert on the headset; she is shifting packages among conveyors, up, down, across slides the latte. Clinkety clink go the coins and rustle of crumpled ones, out of pockets and into tip jars. Brake, stop, go, the drive thru, the sausage biscuits. The scrubs and IVs and X-Rays […]
Only If Cat
Happily they went about theirbusiness. Each one took theothers to hand, and told themin turn: “This above That,but only when Other. Notbetween Who, but only ifSad. When without Whistlesbut lightly with Care. Somebefore They and onlyif Wise. Trouble not Takenbut Weathered and Weasely.Some are for Bubbles and_________________________ only if Cat. This was the first postcard […]
A Typology of Voids
[…] the hypothesized taste of words left unspoken, the clear light of Buddhism, the mass dimension of those mega trillions of photons, & the lack of mice in unset traps.
In aping the rhetoric of others, one accrues signifiers one never intended, while by following the feet before you, […]
Across the Interpersonal Chasm
[…] limitations between our understanding of one another; no one may know what kinds of conversations we have within, insofar as we even notice them — beyond and above, beneath and below, the biochemistry variance is infinite yet each one echoes each other infinitely across the interpersonal chasm. […]
Staircase
Original publication date 11/21/2015. It’s quite brilliant and I don’t remember writing it at all, but it escaped my 2020 purge and someone looked it up today and I reread it and said yes. The streaking of the red dogs. The wild dogs, the feral dogs. The chanting of the mice. The lift into the […]
Knots & Spiderwebs
We are here to tangle, to knot, to spiderweb, and to all run together.
Without Hesitation or Lists
[…] Wake in the morning from peaceful dreams, and spin through the day without lists or hesitations. Walk without thoughts of need for an audience. […]
Dreaming Plants
Writing, ring-toss ’round the rosies, limits of imagination, checkerboard pattern of climbing vines straightened with Backbone Growing all through the night bedroom, the jungle, where the wild things are & limits unlimited, the mind unbound untwisted untwisting the madness free associating and unwinding on these small pages Cranking out the thoughts like so many fireworks […]
Space
How a space is organized (or un-organized) matters. Where is your jar of pens? Do you have one? Are they scattered everywhere, or forever going missing? What do you see from where you sit? Is it demoralizing? Is it pleasant? Is it beautiful? As I sit here, there are 8 containers of pens and markers […]
Lost in Mist 