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
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poem: April Is The Cruelest Month
bite off neurosis, This Time I'll Make It -- standingat the front of the check-out line, lime kombucha mozzarellasome kinda Raw, this Time i'll make it -- keeping timeinside yourself, inside your chest, counting ribsthe boss is not your mother she is not your father she isnot coming to get you in the divorce: why… Continue reading poem: April Is The Cruelest Month
poem: headcold
another pink flower day, late afternoon sun slat intothe blinds, weekend of surreality, can't get back my stateof grace -- another kind of bride, anotherkind of waiting. the supplements and gelatin cost toomuch, he has a headache and doesn't wantit, I need a kidney ultrasound before thingscan be knit together. stagnant eternal present until --… Continue reading poem: headcold
5: poem: heat peach fable
5: “sunburn”30 days/poetry deep seeded-downward parts, the rhythm cut on your tonguelike a pit. white-draped girls on porches and the boys, thin smokestacksgoing up, standing on their bikes and racing past: gnats rushedover in a gully of time, getting up again, five or seven yearslater and being too tall to stand: the girls blush, secretenothing-fluids,… Continue reading 5: poem: heat peach fable
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
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: 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.
poem: sentiment eating the heart of the poem alive
Muse -- take, findin hallways and oversexed eyes -- theysay Only Good Poetess in thrall toSade and the feminine, but what of my manymen! my harem of no-words-spoken, immortalized -- on internet (nobody reads -- the void!) blog. eat -- little finch, singing, pine trees around the house. youth in big broad skiescow-paths through, cow-burrs… Continue reading poem: sentiment eating the heart of the poem alive
poetry review: “serotonin”
https://adamfenner.wordpress.com/2024/12/04/serotonin-review/ many thanks to Adam for his lovely review!
the last pavilion 