NORMAL PARANOIA |
NORMAL PARANOIACherry chunks stick to snowflakes swirling upwards,while those of us below sea level thirst fora fresh sip of anything wet. We suspect everyone.Everyone has left clues for CSI in their ...
Posted by on Tue, 05 May 2009 16:10:00 GMT |
THE REASON I AM MIA |
I have been asked to contribute three poems for the summer edition of The Dead Mule Of Southern Literature Review. These poems will be dark. This is the season that I switch from darkness to light, bu...
Posted by on Tue, 31 Mar 2009 13:15:00 GMT |
THE ADDLED ATTIC |
THE ADDLED ATTICWhat vermin lie moltingin recessed corners; layered, aging cloth, rusty sabres?Doors unlock to parade apparitions thought dead dust.Howling persists behind locked doors;awaiting that ...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Mar 2009 16:30:00 GMT |
ALICE'S NIGHTSONG |
ALICE'S NIGHTSONGInvisible birds chirp at night. Trains which passed by in 1877 re-established their schedules. Cruise ships leave from land-locked terrain, blowing their distant foghorns. Nightsong i...
Posted by on Sun, 08 Mar 2009 16:44:00 GMT |
THE GILDED CAGE |
THE GILDED CAGEI have made for myself a gilded cage. I havedecorated it with lovely trickets in many colors: fushia, gold, ivory, hot-pink, cilantro, lilac, ruby citrine, turquoise, emerald, silver, ...
Posted by on Wed, 04 Mar 2009 12:56:00 GMT |
BLOODY RED MEAT |
BLOODY RED MEATWhen given nuances, they criedout for bloody red meat, "Give usbowels, hearts, brains and bones.Give us a fountain of blood wrappedup in flesh. We want to butcher andgorge upon bloody r...
Posted by on Sun, 22 Feb 2009 10:29:00 GMT |
Soulgasm aka Alice Parris-Asia- multimedia links |
Duane Locke: Renaissance Manwww.bitteroleander.com. (Volume 10; No 1)www.themaynard.org.therbird.com/dindex.htmlwww.geocities.c
om/illogicalmuse www.mediacakemagazine.com www.xplaid.com/subtletea/...
Posted by on Sat, 13 Dec 2008 23:10:00 GMT |
THE GATHERER |
THE GATHERER
I gatherYourFacialExpressionsAndGesturesAsCrumbs,IMyselfBecomi
ngAnAnt,Pull apartAndDragFromMyMemoryEveryMorsel.
I haveStoredThemFor theTimeOfFamineToCome.
Then,IWillFeastUponTheShape of...
Posted by on Fri, 05 Dec 2008 13:00:00 GMT |
THE HOURGLASS |
A large, impressive, cherry wood desk sat beneath the tiny hourglass which was to be my life. An antigue hourglass with its intriquitely detailed top andbottom was precise in its meting out of what wa...
Posted by on Sat, 22 Nov 2008 22:30:00 GMT |
ALIEN HYBRID |
ALIEN HYBRID
The imperfect egg opened, a little hybrid peaked out and shouted, "eeeeks, where the hell am I? This place makes me sick.
I am allergic to this air. I cannot tolerate this sun. I am alle...
Posted by on Thu, 23 Oct 2008 18:43:00 GMT |
