high orange, tight-trees in a windbox and i / am not there to see them, every fall becomes like this, a madhouse, and mockery — of hope, little thing, what do you have left to believe in — hyperactivity of mind creates hyperactivity of body? — do you still believe you have potential, something will… Continue reading poem: the fall came in the desert
Tag: autumn
poem: letter to myself
the only thing I could imagine piercing me todayis the long cat-vomit pink, stretch, of sky -- and after driving home, the awareness of the earth that would notaccept or come into me, the places I will not go because they are outside, and I cannot? cannot! leave this bedroom, the walls bent in and… Continue reading poem: letter to myself
update: new blog icons! new era! autumn!
hello all! two things of note -- 1.) new blog icons because I felt the trees & fog were getting old. au revoir, also, to the site icon I made two years ago (pre-covid, even) at about four a.m. in the abandoned humanities department, third floor, the modern foreign languages department. I edited the black… Continue reading update: new blog icons! new era! autumn!
poem: september mental illness
is it fall? —outside the madhouse windows?i have not showeredin three days, but i would liketo let the air cut me, the trees loose — danse —the new and old risingtogether: foreign dramasin dead worlds, patchinggardens, spirits in oldbooks, old spells —the split apple on my lip,wet like sex,dark and strange like innocence. i would like —to wash myself… Continue reading poem: september mental illness
the last pavilion 