[ Poetry ]
Bellicose, Varicose Brains -For Ashby Logan Hill -To be read to “Beautiful but Stupid” by Peter Brötzman *** Rock and rail, rambler, randomly reticent and rageful. Wriggle your …
Storm Warning A cold grain of sand shuttles towards me, grips a lonely follicle with its sticky bulk. The bleached beach glares one sun beam to the wooden hull, heats …
How to be an Artist? I feel trapped by my language, and don’t know what to do, because each and every day, I serve overpriced plates of fried …
public beach you pull blades of grass twist them bow ties afraid to swim show your body I fall waves glide dumb eyes shut you sit on …
Action At the Fiesta Lanes Bill bowled a strike. He jumped up and down and went back and took his seat near his Chesterfield smoldering in a tray.
Fisheye under the ceiling you theorize what? subatomic vibrations clad to your knees Billy with two carrots in his mouth dipping into the water, dipping back from the …
The house I grew up in was red, and then one day, it was not. You painted it a yellowy shade of cream, and said it looked better, newer, …
after Gram & Emmylou I saw my devil he had a beer gut and an erection. I saw my angel she had a beer gut and a harp.
city love poem he sees me running for the train, breath bursting, eyes manic, the glow of words saying south ferry ten minutes away. we make eye …
PAUSE (11) Unadulterated niff of excess. A Sun Myocardial infraction Immolating – lurks.
Venting Frustration on the Baseball Field When Roger Clemens, perhaps snapping in some steroidal spasm, Smoldering in combativeness, as if lathered in some tribal custom, Threw the barrel of …
the blue crab my father wasn’t interested in tennis or painting or gardening the only hobbies that interested him were ones that could make you money my father …
Lineal for the children & mothers in gaza The babies the babies covered in young as blood roses unopened clamor for their mothers ,a breast in their clutch– …
Luigi Lefty’s barkeep where I met him on the nude beach Zipolite, Oaxaca Two thousand fourteen Big Italian went chest first no shirt and drank from the bottle ran drugs …
Hey Lefty Lefty’s eyes went queasy then wet as good pussy This is Mom said the voice on the phone Tears sprang from Lefty’s face Tarantino leer quavered …
lilac draped courtyard, melancholy compost, spousal tongue erects blockades— the I (eye) tires of the restrictive, familiar imagery— swampy masses, yellow nerves seeking, rebinding our mutual human/animal connection— …
For you Sam Sam calls it this human experiment I ripped off the phrase It features in the opening story of my book Which I sent to Sam Who read …
i hunger for the moment of entry for expansion yielding all pretense all carefully constructed indifference to a muted question of permission may? i?
subjugation wait, i can explain -- i used to be feral, chewing raw meat with sugary teeth, sucking on a carcass during sleepless nights, trying to fend off boars and …
Sunny And now the sun appears – an arrogant schoolboy staring through my window – What am I doing? Just looking.
I lived in a town where starving girls weaved Paper chains from heartstrings and gum wrappers, Staving off reality with cheap spirits coaxed from older lovers I lived …
Peeling oranges with our eyes closed, on a rooftop lidded with stars Moon scrapes away a crescent of the sky and we cut away pounds of Our flesh …
Ketamine kisses douse a blazing girl with the sick tang of gasoline, heartthrob, dementia She droops, star splayed and eager in her drowsiness, sped by the rhyme …
Other Faces shift in my dreams from us to them and back. They are with me, free in that place: my people, cast out as Other from this …