Category: Poetry

Red hot isotope spit’n mama Baby you glow in the dark Entropic activity stirs a switch Half-life flesh ignites subliminal twitch Synaptic hormonal chain reaction Turgid particle accelerator raised for action Burning fire of unquenchable quantum desire … Continue Reading

It was our third date, today, we dated, I think it was a date, we had lunch, we talked, we argued. I thought about falling in love with you, considered that you might   never fall for me, ordered bacon and eggs on croissant, the same as you and kn … Continue Reading

No pleasure in meat, dairy, sugar, white flour, nor in novels, military history, science fiction, or organized religion. He’s not without reverence— Cecil Taylor, Allen Ginsberg, glacial erratics. He curses when he loses traction, skins his knee. “Age, … Continue Reading

The freedom an oak tree knows                            That is built at night by stars—Linda Gregg what           human mind                 can             fathom          the slow           deliberate           tethered           freedom enjoyed    … Continue Reading

I can’t forget any part of it water tumbled its gush down the white-lined course trying to stay in boundaries of wood and rock mammoth juts of history teased my eyes along its busy track of black so even birds couldn’t land then a strong curve of power … Continue Reading

Last Valentines day                            a boy                 wrote me a poem                            titled                                          “feces”                                                    it began:                         … Continue Reading