Keep It Regular
volume breaks apart the rhythm i come in like william carlos williams or bukowski turning into a skid on a good day more like doggerel on the dog-end days slow poetic diaries of nothing exploding slowly into something what kind of voice…
I am aiming at 5 different novels this year, and that way I might drag one over the finish line. I have only ever finished one actual target of 50,000 in a month, but I have several novels fairly far along in…
I live inside a parable. I sit atop a mountain and people come and seeks wisdom from me. I write greetings cards and fortune cookies. I am an onanist being asked about the world. I was in love once, but she got…
bolting together thoughts into poetry some people hold precious the thoughts about poetry and they never plant the seed enraptured by the dream of a flower overwhelmed by the potential of its scent one day i will write this all down and…
Hard work without a purpose seems like hard work. Why am I doing this? In what direction am I struggling? What is the end goal of all this labour? I do not know, so I drag my feet. Taking your life into…
a palatable disintegration it ticks the right boxes the squirm of despicable character the crumbling face and the excuses trot out we find the rot out lies like bucketed water honeying in the sun unfit to drink there’s a stink something drains…