Monthly Archives: February 2015

… when the ancient writers come down to us, indiscriminate forces viole(n)t haired, pure and honey smiling, we unwrap our scrolls, dismantled mummy verses of quasi-sacred groove. have you yet noted the echoes? our manuscript tradition be -gins and ends … Continue reading →

… I don’t want to poem or parent any more – pander or plead or push or police, so I shall pirate instead, sail the high seas, follow the breeze and plunder peace from the dawn. I’ll treasure map my … Continue reading →

.. She is feeling rather un , stressed -dressed untethered, unfeathered, too weathered by storm and strain and stain. She is feeling some -what less -on, more wan than won, a slight syllable still cared for but a little care … Continue reading →

.. Give her her mer -maid back, a slow-waved clack, an isostatic equal -ibrium born of unglaciated time and space …….(bar), Some small seismi -city carved from coastal. (Preferably some time before she goes postal.)     … Awesome word … Continue reading →

. there is no time nor ……….space for sea, so today she chooses sweat ………………..and tears.     ..

ha. i’m already bent pent rent vent ……….(ing) ment ≥…….(al) .. …………….spent.     ..

  i think maybe i don’t have time to be a poet and a parent.     .