On the lack of clean surfaces in any of the workspaces in my apartment (a poem)

Because the mess always reasserts itself eventually… This collage of thoughts, impulses, and indecision renderings on paper, in graphite and ink mountains of clippings in untidy piles My workspace of functional disarray: today a mess tomorrow a mark of genius with a cat asleep in the window (8 May 2016)

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 [...]