I. Yes, everyone that year owned too much Italian Polyester. Farrah Fawcett managed to flip-and-giggle, but no one else. Contact lenses then were all rigid — less comfortable than a good pair of coke bottle glasses, yes. But these twelve against the living room wall in scruffy suburbia, Sweating into the sofa while the photographer […]
The Astronaut’s Wife
March 23, 2015 By
I longsufferingly confide you to the shadow
As I stare at the capsule slipping in orbit
Behind the chalky, round lamp inconstant, and I
Imagine you cradled in space, suckled by tubes
On Entrapment In a Media Era
November 24, 2014 By
Ours is a world of gorging
Half blind.
Looks alright, take a bite,
Leave it behind.
Blind City Planner
August 25, 2014 By
City of God and City of Man. this landscape suggests a few things the city planners don’t understand. Cities have a way of wrapping you in sinking you deeper and deeper each day as your roots are severed from flesh and blood and the rawness of rural life. We faint at the realities of life. […]
3 Poems: Life on a Wind Farm
July 28, 2014 By
Under the Turbines Infants and toddlers cannot speak and even pre-teens may not have the vocabulary to describe the unprecedented symptoms they suffer Teenagers can tell you more— they are developing a lexicon for suffering They are beginning to see that life is unfair and full of strife and even if they sometimes […]
Surveiller
June 30, 2014 By
Busy signals signals flicker under oath you throw blanket over both the truth and lies that you’ve huddled together in a mess of wires emitting sparks which scatter that across the world. (Photo credit: takomabibelot)
A Reader
June 16, 2014 By
Take her, for instance, as she sits, her legs folded beneath her on the couch’s worn brown corduroy, presently transfixed by the window’s rainy striations and fingering absently the olive weave cover of the book on her lap, its pages splayed like a gaping mouth—can she realize she is its aspiration? See her lift her […]
Three Urban Psalms
May 19, 2014 By
Urban Psalm 23 The Lord is my mentor—I want him to teach. He tells me to lie down with headphones unplugged. He leads me into anonymous streets. He eats when I eat. Even though I walk the hardened streets, I have no fear. I don’t even carry a rod for comfort. He likes my cap, […]
Web 2.0
April 28, 2014 By
As the rain fades headlights trace an electronic image of neon lights on the road side slick from the drops which also litter the silky trap where the spider shudders and shimmies another day another dollar working for the man at the office more bread winning where the loaf has beady eyes and wings […]
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