my poetry day
shopped for Ted Berrigan’s Collected Poems at the bookstore but no luck tried to read some koans in the bookstore – no patience for them grubbed a large ball of honeysuckle vine out of...
shopped for Ted Berrigan’s Collected Poems at the bookstore but no luck tried to read some koans in the bookstore – no patience for them grubbed a large ball of honeysuckle vine out of...
“In the haven of surrender the veins ride, ” veins sing, catgut rides my forearm symmetry surrenders to most flawed awkward screech haven I’m tired of InstaMuse. The syntax is too always the same....
the honesty of nouns all other parts slippery
“in the kitchen of foreboding, the plates sweep” this questing kitchen floured with foreboding eggshells broken and hyacinths outraged swept forth on Sunday full of garlic and potatoes plates wept heavy crumbs dismayed by...
The mermaids have come to the desert they are setting up a boudoir next to the camel who lies at their feet of roses A wall of alabaster is drawn over our heads by...