and... |
this is the fourth time i've tried putting this poem up
For When Your Body Attacks Itself
You watched your mother die
for fifteen years
and decided you w...
Posted by Vance on Tue, 21 Nov 2006 09:39:00 PST |
p-p-p-o-e-m |
Only Words
He said I love you
but those weren't the words
(remember when we were
in the city,
sitting on a bench
by a fountain?
Your daughter kept running
circles around the fountain,
& e...
Posted by Vance on Tue, 14 Nov 2006 11:41:00 PST |
it's a bombardment o' poems |
NICU
God is going to take your son away if you don't pray to him.
&...
Posted by Vance on Wed, 25 Oct 2006 11:39:00 PST |
new poem |
They Are Singing
I tried to smilebut my face cracked.I went down to the water,took mud in my hands& smeared it over the seamsbut it didn't hold.When shall we say thatno other was able todisc...
Posted by Vance on Mon, 23 Oct 2006 07:52:00 PST |
guess |
Headlines Last year a mountain was discovered in the center of a small town; nobody understood why it hadn't been noticed before. Last month an ocean was discovered flowing from the blood within our b...
Posted by Vance on Tue, 03 Oct 2006 12:48:00 PST |
monologue-ing it |
Attraction and Repulsion
I am a scientist. A physicist, to be exact, though there are many among my colleagues that would say that was all there really is. Biology is just chemistry is jus...
Posted by Vance on Wed, 13 Sep 2006 01:39:00 PST |
das ist richtig |
Searching for Roots That Hold Up the Sky
Einstein said that everything is energy,
waiting inside itself,
trapped, 'til it gets the chance to escape
and take a hemisphere with it
and we all sa...
Posted by Vance on Tue, 12 Sep 2006 01:52:00 PST |
again poem again |
two different poems, both new, both unfinished
Einstein Dreamed
of catching up to light,
holding it in his hands
& tossing it back &
forth with a friend
&nbs...
Posted by Vance on Mon, 28 Aug 2006 10:50:00 PST |
a play |
Leaving (An Absurdist Comedy)
(Man and Woman are sitting on a coach at opposite ends. The rest of the stage should be sparsely decorated like a living room, but it shouldnt be reali...
Posted by Vance on Mon, 28 Aug 2006 10:53:00 PST |
poem again |
Overcoming Influence
I kidnapped Wallace Stevens
last night
and tried to make
him write a poem
for me.
He started
writi...
Posted by Vance on Wed, 05 Jul 2006 11:46:00 PST |
