The Imperial Hotel Physical (a poem)

An ekphrastic poem, inspired by photographs of Hi Red Center’s Shelter Plan (1964). Will the boxes be our shelter or our container? Given the potential consequences measurements seem almost beside the point and the photographs not so much documentation as a means of identifying the dead (as if you could do that without dental records) [...]

NaPoWriMo 2015, Day 30: Who will I wake up to be? (reversed) (a poem)

The napowrimo.net prompt for the last day of National Poetry Writing Month 2015 is to either write a poem in reverse, or take a previously written poem and reverse the order of the lines. I will want to come up with a better title for this one, but I worked with the weird dream poem [...]

Does what happens in dreams stay in dreams? (a poem)

Last night, I had one of the strangest dreams I’ve had in quite a while… I couldn’t believe they’d been hiding the cache for so long or that the secret had been so well-kept It didn’t explain anything— except perhaps the depth of their bond Yet here we were in this dusty old basement among [...]

Dance 2 Noise 005 (a poem)

Written while listening to a Japanese artist’s cover of Culture Club’s ‘Miss Me Blind’ on a rainy, slightly blustery evening… Odd sounds come from the brown boxes connected to the silver box connected to the black box containing the spinning aluminum disc full of cover songs spit across its surface in tiny pits too small for [...]

More weird dream stuff (December 2014)

More strange dreams last night/this morning… I I’m working in a hospital. I catch a woman with a scalpel trying to steal something. I knock the scalpel out of her hand and detain her for the authorities. The really odd thing is that she is a dead ringer for another woman at the hospital, so I [...]