Summer Feast
Take a bite, ’tis alright. We have boar, we have mutton, and goose. Make it big with a swig of this velvety gentleman’s wine. Be remiss (pass the cheese). The world does not care; that’s a ruse....
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He visited every day, that young fella. He would sit on the birch stump by the fence and watch in silence how the recessive man brushed and carved the wood. The first time he took to word was to ask...
View ArticleThe lover’s cycle
Thief. You steal into the supple night To pick and plunder. Shadows split, Perhaps you deal in your own light. Rune or sortilege? That is it! I dream. Must be, for now the bland, Prostrated body...
View ArticleOne little, two little, three little deaths
Horror is dead. That is what someone told me one day at a SoHo party in the late nineties and I was left with no recourse but to agree with such an outrageous statement. To begin, was it truly so...
View ArticlePretty things we all like – Part 1
Nothing left We all remember. We remember what is no more. It began when we started acting funny. Us and them. Them first. On a hot awakening of unnatural dry winds and eerie bubbles of silence (or a...
View ArticleLoose change
hidden among the notes of siren song lies deceitful the deadly chord of gunshot riding sorrows at ease on driftwood to lose purpose before the dreadnought fight a war play a game give your bones to her...
View ArticleOne grief on me is laid
By the time the bus covers the length of the thoroughfare leading up to the village proper, the sun is already kissing everyone good morning and handing out warm caresses through grimy windows....
View ArticlePoems from a MOOC
A disagreeable core “Preservation of one’s own culture does not require contempt or disrespect for other cultures.” – Cesar Chavez As the wetness in my mouth dries up and the blood in my arms returns...
View ArticleThe speed at which I die
is zero family-bound near crashing waves while it is still fun taking pictures of lanky boys with matted hair sweating beer over sauteed mushrooms the white caps I collect with my unmet aunt keepsakes...
View ArticleOld
Getting old looks like you singing: Everything changesBut everythingStays the same Is a songA silver-tongued foxWhispers in your ear As you brush your teethAnd file labor lawsuits.While seshing, too....
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