when all the sound. |
when all the soundhas escaped your head,and your skullis an empty, unlit bulb;when you can thinkclearly for oncewithout the poundingof city traffic, logic,the words you losewhile waiting;when even the...
Posted by on Wed, 06 May 2009 11:45:00 GMT |
east of youth. |
east of youth, west of forward.I have lanky limbs,unwashed hair,patchwork beard,crooked aching spine,nicotine mouth,crooked feet,crumbling knees,cuts and bruises,long bony fingers,lazy left eye,lost c...
Posted by on Mon, 30 Mar 2009 17:47:00 GMT |
hanging from the juniper tree. |
"all day long we talk about mercy."I can't spare any REAL explanation for these sliced up stanzas - partly because my explanations are too important to me ("figure out what works for you, then hide it...
Posted by on Sun, 21 Sep 2008 21:30:00 GMT |
the people they must all eat bread. |
the shape we had taken:steps slewing down to Everett street,sopping air and stink of fresh mulchour bodies slack, aching as we walked. our hands were still floured from work,the morning bread cooled ...
Posted by on Mon, 30 Jun 2008 16:58:00 GMT |
ah/om/ah/om. |
inside: I slouch, slip, neck craning as I struggle to stay awake, draped across the armchair reading. my roommates are here, somewhere; I hear them laughing.outside: beneath a setting pacific sun, com...
Posted by on Mon, 23 Jun 2008 15:54:00 GMT |
all of that goodness. |
hey-zeus (!): manic vitamin boy takes the plunge.been wrapped up and involved for so long that I haven't really had time to fire off any writing - figured now is as good a time as any, while drinking ...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Jun 2008 18:12:00 GMT |
I often dream of trains. |
it's been a while since I posted anything - and that's partly because I haven't had much to say about anything, and partly because too much happens too fast and I don't have the capacities required fo...
Posted by on Tue, 22 Apr 2008 16:13:00 GMT |
sing, little sparrow! |
it's been beautiful outside lately. yesterday Kory and I sat on the front steps of our house, in shorts, and ate pineapple and fresh-cut strawberry. it was absolutely great.Mercury retrograde definite...
Posted by on Thu, 21 Feb 2008 16:49:00 GMT |
not much to be said about it. |
none too concise: lost electricity wanders recklessly, bound for some faceless conductor - little more than something to cling to, really. there's no specificity to its choice, no salvation involved, ...
Posted by on Sun, 27 Jan 2008 21:17:00 GMT |
respiration/exile on main street. |
the hustle of thought returns, slowly at first, gaining speed as I move.it's officially official: Darren, Kory and I are now moving into the new place. our address is and will be: 3905, SE Main Street...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Jan 2008 14:40:00 GMT |
