CRASH, a retrospective |
After one fall more falls seem likely because the boundary broke, flesh tore away like putty on the pavement and in a flash toda la piel de America burned with blood: it was that white Jeep: I was in ...
Posted by on Sun, 04 Oct 2009 21:52:00 GMT |
Scenes by the water |
Here we go driving east towards the Rockaways, where the Atlantic emerges like a huge sudden breath: we are going there: where no building has managed. This timeless movement: you can see it as long ...
Posted by on Sat, 25 Jul 2009 18:40:00 GMT |
tolls |
bird flew in from the night right to my headlight: his grey wings flapped and fluttered like a snare for about ten seconds in front of my handlebar until I thought: I have company; until he thought: s...
Posted by on Tue, 09 Jun 2009 21:19:00 GMT |
another one about the same thing |
Sun was waningI waited for its purples to get to the parkbecause almost everyone leaves when it gets dark,and the rest fade into the black and leave me alone, to think Im alone. I waited the whole t...
Posted by on Sun, 31 May 2009 20:44:00 GMT |
3: |
Dark Worship I visit my silence when the roads empty, and the benches put out its visitors when the laps blend into hours, while my headlight struggles with distinctions, while I hold my head down up...
Posted by on Tue, 28 Apr 2009 19:34:00 GMT |
And 2: |
Ephemeral Visions Child, boy behind the driver, brown hair that will curl with age. Child hand palm on the glass, he has palmed it many times I see the grease when the sun strikes behind it: t...
Posted by on Wed, 22 Apr 2009 19:40:00 GMT |
Commute, part 1: |
Assumptions Across the Williamsburg BridgeThis bridge will hold: its arched back is framed in steel, and strung to stout Beams that sink into the unflinching underwater, and anchor their ta...
Posted by on Tue, 21 Apr 2009 20:14:00 GMT |
The passing of April 6th, 2009 |
I woke at 7:45 to the alarm before I knew the characters in my dream: rain fell steady against my window while the radio blabbed crudely over the water. Morningdressed in nightfall while I laid in bed...
Posted by on Mon, 06 Apr 2009 22:30:00 GMT |
Terms for Varying Light |
INSTANCEStree trunks in the park with the sun burning silvery behind them stretch their shadows upon the road to create short-lived strobes that dramatize your way of passing; a row of buildings loom ...
Posted by on Sun, 22 Mar 2009 21:10:00 GMT |
Towards a New Society |
These ties we claim exist amongst us, what are their strengths?And how can they be tested without damaging ourselves to hold?And what good are they if they dread the full pull of our weight?And what g...
Posted by on Thu, 05 Mar 2009 08:56:00 GMT |
