claire takes the window in mouthmeal-pieces; winged eyes, she waitsfor the descent. he comes home late at night and dissolves -- curled intothe pillow (like it is a woman) reading his phone at 4 a.m. sitting in the eye of the land andthe invisible child stirs in her stomach. in her dreams she is rapedand… Continue reading poem: little russia (reborn, reborn)
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day 3: beautiful world, where are you
thirty days of poetryprompt: how do i feel at the moment little failing housewife, hunger hurts. these are not poems butday 1, day 2, day 3. in her latest novel sally rooney writes elegies for "beauty" in the end days of a civilization; she, as a marxist, views its death asbeing tied to the capitalistic… Continue reading day 3: beautiful world, where are you
day 2: “advertisement for a wife, brown hair and large nose”
thirty days of poetryprompt: your hair color half the face in the mirror, with this tooth-drainedanti-composure, is vampiric: he says if you get this job we willbe almost at 100k a year, for the household. they are swinging on her chestin two large moons; the female breasts can often appear larger the firsttwo weeks of… Continue reading day 2: “advertisement for a wife, brown hair and large nose”
thirty days of poetry: a life update
I am in the middle of the oldest thing in the world: moving away to a faraway place because you met someone and love them. This place is the desert and I cannot describe it like I would the mountain west of the United States (my old home) because that is a place of passion… Continue reading thirty days of poetry: a life update
day 1: the other option is to try to conjure powerful emotions (but not feelings)
thirty days of poetryprompt: favorite weather usually it was not the heat -- last summer was a summer of new music and new feeling, which is rare. how is this -- followed, or evenimproved upon. washed in the carcass of current weather, the desertwaits. it sits in a wide circle and observes. eight dollars in… Continue reading day 1: the other option is to try to conjure powerful emotions (but not feelings)
poem: lately i have been thinking about heat
and the way the desert, as an idea,sits apart and reacts to you. it is watching to see if you will make it out alive. or if you are one of the dead girls strungup first economically and then aggressively or if you arethe red stain left across the hands and thealtar. as long as… Continue reading poem: lately i have been thinking about heat
poem: the sense of reading a Japanese novel.
the spangled aspect of things, the clench which will -- always be withme, laying too long in bed too much a half hour, the ocean madand white with spray on the beach -- always in myhead. when we walked on the marina in the salt-air I thought, this isa place I could live. the light… Continue reading poem: the sense of reading a Japanese novel.
poem: venus in a dirty bedroom
why is it so hard to sit down & work! but the logician goes mad faster than the poet,the logician wants to fit heaven into his head. i believe i read that on twitter, sitting alsoin a cafe in tight yoga pants. and my cute little ass! can you really call mean incel with an… Continue reading poem: venus in a dirty bedroom
poem: elegy
when you return home you are always 16. and i am living in that, livingendlessly filth of modern adolescence endlessly forever and ever amen. and i have lostthe smooth twisting of words, i have lost language. when i am halfway aroundthe world, will you regret how you treated me? when people run in media they… Continue reading poem: elegy
poem: anthem for the skeleton trees
look we are back in the pain again. good for the writing / good for the fuckingkpop cafe it is summer in the park the trees are being consumed by the sky youreach in, pull out my five fingernails say your hands look better this wayanyway now you are really truly unique. internet culture identity… Continue reading poem: anthem for the skeleton trees
the last pavilion 