I haven’t stepped foot in another country in over five years. This, I realize, isn’t as long as it seems; it’s a relatively short period in the grand scheme of things. Plus, I’ve been busy: I obtained two bachelor’s degrees;… Continue Reading
I. I smile subtly, wily, as his wet brush strokes my cheek, dabs my lips; the mystique of the moment, a certain look, slowly descending upon the canvas until every inch of its surface has been conquered, stands down. … Continue Reading
Chicago Sewers I casually flush my toilet in Chicago, water rushes through the lateral sewer of my abode to join storm water from rain or snow that flow into the intercepting sewer below, to the deep tunnel 300 feet underground… Continue Reading
Dear Lisa from Somewhere in My Evolution Yes I was an ant in a previous life: a brief crawl from the nest and then a brutal stomping. But not into oblivion — not when I had wings and could fly… Continue Reading
When Ben visited we ate cheese from the rind and he stored his guitar. For weeks it lay such that my door, flung open, missed it by mere mm. Tonight on a whim (ineptitude be damned) I played Ben’s guitar,… Continue Reading
the death knell sounds a few miles off if I could, I’d turn to kiss you, or wait for the opportunity that never comes keep me in your hands, near to your breath atheists worship with daily devotion swallow me… Continue Reading
Altar to white Brown Greying skin Floating glass Swans Neon light In sacred water She The Bacall The strung out Audrey Leaving leopard skin Of bruises Lipstick marks He The Astaire The old blue eyes Them Faded green hair Guardian… Continue Reading
Vers Libre Night like a wedge and the wind’s teeth sinking in, fangs oozing sleep-inducing toxins, dreams infected by colours and odours of a mind in flux, of a body at rest. Night’s highway. Night beveling water, Orion tucked untidily… Continue Reading
A Neutral Knife A sheepdog was loose on the streets of Zürich. We climbed the clock tower of St. Peter’s church and saw it run by a fashion shoot near Münsterbrücke. The lake reflected the sun like an inverted clock… Continue Reading
1. This boat tied to the pier, finally alone, nods to sleep in the coming tide. Another boat, across the bank, asks a question through caresses, ripples, it’s only language dream, it’s only medium. 2. The hands of the… Continue Reading