rot-hot, cunt-turned girl in black leather -- learnJapanese! (it's the chorus), turned heel into stage and shudderingout again, a million men/girls jumping to her -- chorus: learnto speak, learn to sing, tear my heart, eat me up, comealive, cometrails in sky -- head thrown back, hair long andshot up with light, shotgun shells of scatteredlight… Continue reading poem: summer in the turn
Category: poetry
poem: Mary Bennet
Maid of Honor, bent daisy-white over the table, herbest dress, fingers like tapeworm -- light and strangled on his arms, dying on his lapel; he took her to foam-swept edge, champagne toast. shekept on sidelines, skirting the women and their loudness, shewas attached hip-and-hearth to piano; they had brought someone in and wouldn't let her… Continue reading poem: Mary Bennet
3: poem: Anthony
3: "set up for failure"30 days/poetry Anthony is wanting to do better — this time, he'll writethe novel, take apart his hand and sell it, two-pace; but who can function as muse, eternally pregnate the idea andwatch it birth — bear with me here, it's some threadim getting from the Romantics. Anthony explains it, long… Continue reading 3: poem: Anthony
2: poem: poor endings
2: “trust issues” 30 days/poetry keep small and heated, swole heart, bursted to death at the wrong points — wrung out, steppe fire / smart against his face, in the wrong ways all the men I take are conversions / thin attempts at creating an audience, they ask over imaginary-breakfast, and you must be in… Continue reading 2: poem: poor endings
1: poem: catching up
I have never been successful with completing a "thirty day writing challenge," (attempted before on this blog in 2021 and 2023), but even if left uncompleted, the challenges — and the several subpar poems they produce as I get back into writing, again — are successful enough in resetting things that I usually do end… Continue reading 1: poem: catching up
poem: in a moment of desperation i searched poetry MFA california
Here I am in pogom – trapped trappedBlood deer in the face, looking askance, how many timesWill be stuck and need to reinvent myself – to changeAnd hasten story – burnt-earth desert town and the problemPeople lick me in; nothing to read — no face in the granary Earth possible – no child and no foragedCredentials;… Continue reading poem: in a moment of desperation i searched poetry MFA california
poem: the woman with no face
I cannot find the center of LA I attend the outskirtswith my husband we find -- local places that are chains but atleast local to California we deny the normal places we cannot findthe tourist spots to go -- then again I have never lookedfor them, or even at a list. one day in the… Continue reading poem: the woman with no face
poem: Greenland
white whale of a place split open -- climb in, rideher out to see: what new thing we can makeof ourselves. theory-people with cold-faces -- surge of mountains rucked up --ice and blue doll-land, also dripping mawof fast death, careless, bought-in gamble andunable to be thought-through, -out of. saying thisaberration is historical: blood memory says… Continue reading poem: Greenland
poem: byron
little lustful flurries, your hand on the table and i think --all the fingers soaked, in green-caraway, bought andsold in great, slave-ship, quantity: you receding man; desperate throw-of-yourself into the real, eyes-bluebrackish water against, the real gnatof the conflict sopped-up; find a -- cause -- pink harem bodies in theoreticals, draped around cranium and smoggy… Continue reading poem: byron
poem: draft. pt 2.
Hestia circles an idea: I will be better if I am better read if my Soul is improved If littlehouse, perfectly kept, live off nothing, I neverwork I work, all day like a nun or a devotional in newholy cycle, sun to dust, no shifts no kepthours. he says, I did not know you feltlike… Continue reading poem: draft. pt 2.
