Writing session no. 1

life is light and tight like flight flexed wings poised moist void lloyd wright knew despite the odds and oddities and flaws my claws are sheathed and sleep hibernate debate the state irate innate great inflate create permeate three words – sell a bird – what is heard by ones who preferred tv to jazz…

less sleep

there are some things undone laces trailing down your back hook eyed teeth bare and done. about to yes I thought but what we said before was not what she really meant. sorry! I didn’t want to hurt you. I mean, me. lightly stepping, peddling quickly, peddling tricks and empty boxes with no lids. lidless,…

hope

March was cruel enough and spring time numb falling falling drip, drip, drop. Black stick legs Glassy coated wings and red dot beak. I want to hop, I’d like to hope. Cocked toward the breeze, minimal breath. It isn’t necessary to look back. August 2013 (remembering April).

a part

My love, you are not a rose, You’re a much cooler colour. And those are not petals on your face, but a horizon that bends and beckons. My love is often smaller than a mountain, is sometimes small – though not in size. So, I’ll tell you what my love is – not a size,…

The Cause Commodity War

In the future, the world will face a series of celebrity cause wars. Top celebs, their troops and carefully selected, adequately impoverished, maimed, and diseased target populations will hold sway over the civilian masses, whose frenzied support will be sought by all. The Cause will be become commodified. 2007

stalled

[old, old, old OG! and unfinished] Skank ‘n Pickle played at Slim’s that night. That night sleekly coated with honey and leather, leather vests and slow suede boots: black and creamy-coffee brown. That night the car stalled. And the slippery metal door handle jerked as I slammed it shut. Damn. I broke my nail; the…