Writing Isn’t Easy
Writing isn’t easy. Not for everyone. And writing can get hard for those who like to do it. You don’t start out writing with the expectation that others will read you, but somewhere along the line that becomes a measure of the…
Like Sharks
It looked like chum, all those chunks in the bath, and that was good, because that was what he intended to use it for. He had very little affection for any other creatures on this Manichean God’s septic green earth, but he…
brick
when someone is sick and you say deserve act like a dick and don’t observe how far they are along the curve you’re the problem hate a failure to educate thoughtlessness a failure to contemplate save the citizens to save the state…
state of the union
pile the bullshit higher looking like a dumpster fire meant to inspire it comes off like a funeral pyre but some cheer and come near to letting the mask slip during the ass kiss its a stage managed affair it’s a warning…
Dan And DNA
The eye clicks and the camera sends the image to a profile build; ever tiny little thing that spins out from this one action carries your DNA with them through the space that is now tailored to turn your from a visitor…
writing poems from the edge of a knife
there are poems of disintegration there are poems of celebration and there are poems on the knife edge how do you cut it? baby powder in the heroin glass in the babyfood i’ve been listening for the break beats in the fake…
Tower Looms
Player One, Layer One. The Tower Looms built out of the rising pitch where sound become word became script became narrative drive, and reality was wrapped around an instruction. The room rotates around him, and the world rotates around that, the universe…
if i had poetry for you
if i had poetry for you it would be pushed against you driving you into the wall there would be a violence in the language finding its wellspring in the tone if i had poetry for you i’d leave you alone with…
After The Meaningful Exchange
‘When did you move into this place?’ Such an obvious question – but one to which the answer seems to buckle on approach. He looks at the person like their form is merely the suggestion of shape like a star that exploded…
A Stick
He’s pulling on the stitches at the seams of a piece of music he hasn’t slipped into in a good long while – he’d thought it would be like a hot soak, but this was like a fat man zipped up in…