Poem for a day when I cannot write
Respect that the words don't know how to flow today, love. They congeal and coagulate. You can't be part of them. Viscosity is a bitch and so is insolubility. Put…
forget about frogs in a grocery store
How am I supposed to forget about the frogs? They were lined up along the upright freezers. It started, I suppose, because frogs can't make plans. It's the small brain.…
Too much becomes too much and where does it settle?
Where could we drive with sleep permeating the back seat? Driving was the point and not the point. Here is where the eagles circled above the waste management centre. Did…
What fades to background?
Among the things I no longer see in my house is the ghost of a ladybug that haunts my uncertain geranium. The geranium's uncertainty is, in part, due to the…
Types of magic that only exist after 10 PM on moonless Saturdays in November
An unshareable autumn night: you + I walked along sodium-lit sidewalks. Stars tucked themselves in squirrels nests but didn't know how to hide. You laughed, pressed a wafer cookie onto…