really, the world is a small thing -- I was an I seven years ago, now I am also an I: rutted littlehalf-done dreams, the newest iteration blastedthrough head, now I have someoneto tell about it. growing younger -- I swear I keep wanting oblivion: blasted down bytoo big force, fertility or death. taking an… Continue reading poem: surname
Tag: original poetry
poem: incredible retelling of an otherwise normal saturday
Alyssa adjusts her jacket; tweed, tiehole, fresh out of normal bad-childhood nowhere, ready to differentiate between graduate programs whichoffer training -- paid for -- and those which, essentially making you an employee of the university -- stipend you, more or less, from here throughend of time, hoisted around the wet trees and the green-gray-bluewhich knocks… Continue reading poem: incredible retelling of an otherwise normal saturday
poem: lost in translation
I arrived in Tokyo very late there were no three-pound bags of cherries being sold in summer sunshine undertwenty-third and second street so instead I ate convenience store foodwith my hands under the haze and the lights dropped out the other actor wouldn't accommodate me so I turned inwards and lookedat myself under the three-track… Continue reading poem: lost in translation
poem: summer in the turn
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
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: 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.
the last pavilion 