Yesterday. Listening to The Art of Noise and being unsuccessful at writing more than fragments… 1 I am visiting the end of a century at the start of a decade thinking about beginnings and endings— some already come and gone others pending— but coming to no conclusions 2 The familiarity of my living room is [...]
Written while watching the DVD that comes with At the End of a Century by The Art of Noise… Hanging out with Madonna in a two-room flat above a garage listening to Deee-Lite and Debussy and playing backgammon while the makeup artist works The tiles lining the concourse form mysterious shapes the light on the [...]
Last night was stormy; today absolutely nothing happened… Some things take a long time to unfold I always get hung up on the creases even though I tell myself not to that it all evens out eventually Some days it’s relentless nothing has changed from the day before Or maybe everything has and I’m just [...]
A new year begins… When I opened the blinds this morning the sun was bright and the sky was clear and blue Now its all dark and endless grey to remind me I miss you I thought maybe this was the start of better days ahead I wonder now if I should spend tomorrow here [...]
Fell asleep watching a video last night… So many words I can think of to describe the storm and none do either of us justice Each gust, each thrust against the windows shakes the house I shift in my seat The rest of the world is celebrating the change of the odometer watching sparks light [...]
Fell asleep watching a video last night… Two in the morning the noise from the looping screen wakes me up I look over then fumble for the remote and switch off the set My dreams now are about displacement everything shifted one place over I don’t think about what they are only that misalignment— ports [...]
Written last night after inadvertently mis-numbering poems. (Imagine your own poem here. You may prefer it to the one I was going to write.) (26 December 2019—posted December 27th) Wishes sometimes have consequences—order now from your favorite local bookstore! IndieBound search: https://www.indiebound.org/search/book?keys=wishes+sometimes+have+consequences If they can’t get it for you, you can always find [...]
(See poem for description.) It’s been cold today so I’ve kept the heat on I could have crawled under the blankets but I was going back and forth looking through old pictures And then I had to find an open grocery store because I forgot to buy green beans When I got back I settled [...]
It was chilly this morning. Bluecast morning downfocused eyes She’s not sleeping here Nobody’s sleeping here Nights come early and end early How long they are is the only thing I think about before I try to sleep it off Drowsy mornings bleed into lazy afternoons before circling back to evening’s unwanted intrusion I stay [...]
Written while watching Lingua Ignota and other YouTube stuff. Brought out beside this infatuation—why am I always drawn to wounds and inflictions? There’s no dictionary for an unknown language No shoes for broken feet There’s no choice but to feel your way Slow down the affection dirge in incremental stains. Physics alleges what it can’t confirm [...]
