Love Poem #2 |
My name. A trail....Of sapphire pills. Your high....Claiming my existence....In blue syllables. Your body....Etherized in nouns....On this altar....Of my moist....Stone body....
Posted by on Sat, 04 Apr 2009 23:11:00 GMT |
Jazz Sonnet from College |
Jazzing for Jesus (redux): SonnetSee, she could scat those wild whirring sounds.Yes, Billie grabbed her womb and sang of treeswith fruit that swung like burning bones in mounds,she thought of Pilates...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Feb 2009 02:47:00 GMT |
Publication News |
The magazine, Art and Understanding, sent me two copies of Dec 2008's issue. My poem "Erosion" is on page 28. And what a beautiful magazine it is.~||P+P||~ aka ||Midnight Novelist||
Posted by on Fri, 09 Jan 2009 22:42:00 GMT |
Freewrite |
The trajectory of a tear is measured by the source of what's internalized
A force propelling what has severed...
Posted by on Mon, 29 Dec 2008 08:41:00 GMT |
Perhaps a Poem About Violence (A Draft) |
Glory Be Even in This [[DRAFT 1: might make this into a sequence poem. It's still in the works]]Glory be E'en in This How white tees seem to sing out their reddened hearts delivered in silver capsu...
Posted by on Mon, 08 Dec 2008 09:44:00 GMT |
New Poem. New Style |
RequiemIf you add "dis"(as in yo momma socockeyed she saw me coming butthought I was going)before "please"(as in "baby please don'tleave me like this, notlike this")you get a curious hybridan attack p...
Posted by on Sun, 23 Nov 2008 19:23:00 GMT |
Publication News |
Hey guys. my poem "Erosion" was accepted for publication in the upcoming issue of Arts and Understanding Magazine. It should be slated for release before the year ends. Thanks! That'...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Nov 2008 18:47:00 GMT |
Waiting in the Kitchen |
In our two-flat on the first story sat my grandma in the kitchenpricking herself. She pricks herself in the kitchen to test somethingI am then too young to know about.Birds spiral between the ga...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Nov 2008 02:36:00 GMT |
Poetry Scraps |
Love Lost 1: The DivisionTemporality is not simpleNot like taking your handRubbing it against the carpetOf your bedroom floorWhere I cameThe sound of rainCopulating beneathYour palmYou did not want it...
Posted by on Wed, 05 Nov 2008 07:43:00 GMT |
Publishing News |
I have an excerpt from my poem "Of All Things Pure" on the online journal www.thedrunkenboat.com. Check it out! The Cave Canem family is representing in full force!!
Posted by on Sun, 28 Sep 2008 03:03:00 GMT |
