The busybody hive mind goes apeshit (a poem)

Something topical for the last day of my verbless-poem month… Lightning quick with a daredevil mind Seconds between safety and danger freedom and the cage the decision and the execution All of that ink over assignment of blame with little justification beyond misanthropy NIMBY-land pride and boredom on a May afternoon Shadows, sheriffs, and logical [...]

The inconsequential daydreams of a cracked shell (a poem)

I don’t know what this is, but I wrote it anyway. The sharp edges of fire every piece of knowledge not mine empty amidst the fragrant screens soot, smoke, charcoal, and ash exceptions to the protocol of layers and their command of facts Insinuations in fragments on the ground next to walls of shadow, doubt, [...]

Sinistrata (a poem)

In the twilight through the window from next door the sounds of melancholy and despair once deep within now out in the open darkness under shadow and cover One solitary figure there in the space an architect of gloom a raw wound open and fresh Washes and waves questions in sustain with percussive accents a [...]

Noise repellent (a poem)

Sometimes, you should let the art speak for itself… Names and images for shock value pointless exercises unworthy of the sound cheap spectacle in the name of outrageousness juvenile dementia underground Textures and angles in fascination’s home molten sound waves from cones and cores Pictures and facsimiles splotchy, with ragged edges association by adjacent placement [...]

Archaeology (a poem)

I had no idea where that first line was going to go when it popped into my head… The lake in the mirror a faraway place dark around the edges quiet, but no balm to the system empty of something vital separate from reality Spaces red spaces blue spaces aground beneath dirt mounds from long [...]

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 [...]

Grey Mondays (a poem)

Cool and cloudy this Monday morning… No standing here all too clear neither refusal nor fear not here Vignettes alone pictures on a phone here in the ‘friend zone’ alone Conditional risks justifiable picks dinner at six without risks Grey, grey Mondays no time for play with stumbling blocks in the way Ah, Mondays! (23 [...]

The lesser of two evils (a poem)

Every time I see somebody advocating voting for ‘the lesser of two evils’—especially when it is followed by a statement of helplessness—I get angry. Regardless of which candidate you like in this (or any other) election, the whole point of voting is to elect the best person for the job. If you think Candidate A [...]