The Fact of Presence |
The hollowed eyes
of the night streets
bore into mine with
fevered gore. An
absence of presence
passing me in phantoms
one after another...
Posted by on Sat, 11 Jul 2009 12:43:00 GMT |
The past few days... |
For those of you who werent at the Ginsberg reading on Saturday, you
missed an amazing event. The many different sides of Ginsbergs poetry
were on display through the voices of nine readers. Ray T...
Posted by on Wed, 01 Jul 2009 00:09:00 GMT |
Glint |
GLINTA nefarious red stare,a target of silt andashen hued lips underthe lit skies of sleep,marbled awake bythe sound of eyesmissing their markbehind bilious teeth,rips through the heat ofpallid summer...
Posted by on Tue, 23 Jun 2009 10:49:00 GMT |
This Saturday: Allen Ginsberg |
BL Kennedy, TAG & SPC present The Best Minds of My Generation:A Birthday Tribute to Allen Ginsberg Saturday, June 278:00 pm until 11:00 pm Hosted by B.L. Kennedy Featuring readings by D.R. Wagner, Wil...
Posted by on Tue, 23 Jun 2009 09:35:00 GMT |
...I'm sorry I haven't written... |
but work has taken over.A day without work,is a day without food.Somehow, I don't think that this is what was meant.But I do eat.Between the numbersI find time for a sandwich.And I do have time offwhi...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Feb 2009 00:01:00 GMT |
it is what it is |
it is what it is60 hours of workand a murder somewhere down the streetunintentionalthere's a line of people waitingto hear their voices diein front of an audiencethere to bear witnessand the poet ha...
Posted by on Tue, 20 Jan 2009 00:29:00 GMT |
My Favorite Sin |
My favorite sinis in your eyes,ecumenical. Where skin andshadow converge.Pull me backinto myselfand release me.
Posted by on Wed, 10 Dec 2008 07:39:00 GMT |
Nausea |
and a distance ensues.Words in disarray,the warmth of home released into the night.There is the easy laughter of...
Posted by on Fri, 07 Nov 2008 19:36:00 GMT |
Waiting Under a Still October Moon |
A whiskey bides the time; (bitters, neat)October blew in cold. Moon rose early tonight, close to full.Clouds dispersed and vanished behind monotony. (He can nurse a pitc...
Posted by on Mon, 27 Oct 2008 16:42:00 GMT |
Strip Mall Pastoral |
The grasses yawn inthe streetlights; the nightair thick with insomnia.Every tree planted firmlyin asphalt pits, illuminatedby corporate logos. Eachsubtle variance betrayssimilarities and agendas;inten...
Posted by on Fri, 17 Oct 2008 22:37:00 GMT |
