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
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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.
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
poem: sister on a first date
the Americanness of being -- we could never remake thecountry in our image! ask him, tonight, what kind of protestant he is, we will take Baptist Evangelical more hesitantly Methodistor Presbyterian. what branch of Lutheran, what does he think about the split. his best friend is looking for a good Catholicgirl to take home, universal… Continue reading poem: sister on a first date
poetry review: “serotonin”
https://adamfenner.wordpress.com/2024/12/04/serotonin-review/ many thanks to Adam for his lovely review!
poem: return
once again -- cracks hands, sucks bones -- we are here. made up my mind to keep the internet as a hole to stick my face into; how stifling to make it, parlor-roomi cannot tell people who sent us money for the wedding when i want to cut my headoff. back into the loom --… Continue reading poem: return
poem: thinking about yourself too much
here it is about me: ambitious, but with no object — instead a vague spilling-over of what is, crept into dissatisfaction and the feeling— cometh before the tulips but with the bright white light, creeping in — asking and asking. here is it about me: no self-esteem, the roller-coaster man-eater daddy left up and down… Continue reading poem: thinking about yourself too much
poem: the fall came in the desert
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
the last pavilion 