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) [...]

Without purpose (a poem)

I spent yesterday updating my blog and finishing the preliminary layout for a section of the next book, so I didn’t write yesterday. I was at it first thing this morning, though… Patience without virtue a ladder without rungs two sticks in the ground up against the building without purpose Bridges over dry beds names [...]

Use your words (a poem)

Can’t live with them, can’t live without them… Words—all words in shades of bruise and black Coffee cup rings renderings round in caffeine shots and words—the words actions in ink black and blue and purple paper and pixels— no place for practicality Emotions, energy a purpose for everything Grand design? Not bloody likely More like [...]