Vanilla
What if one loves something perceived as ordinary ~ And what if to dream I mean to desire a shift in taste ~ And what if by a life of crime I mean living behind a shield of inaction.
All the Teenaged Sarahs
THE ORDINARY WORLD The ordinary world is a Midwest suburb built in the 1980s, made of exactly three nearly identical architectural styles of houses. Everyone has wall-to-wall beige carpet and teal throw pillows and a wall unit displaying blown-glass vases and miniature ladies with beanbag bodies and ceramic heads. Sarah lives in the ordinary world. […]
Cuts & Bruises
When you have to sell your prized possessions so that you can afford groceries. When your father thinks you’re playing a victim. When you know it’s a collection agent calling. When you can hear disappointment in your mother’s voice. When your best friends get divorced. When your idols die. When you get invited to your […]
How To Avoid Huge Dicks
As the father of two teenagers, I found this book invaluable. I’m sure other parents here can empathize when I say I shudder at the thought of the increasing presence of huge dicks in the lives of my children. I certainly remember the strain I caused so long ago for my own parents when I […]
Lost in Translation
Talkin bout black metul in Welch theatur lisning to blewz you grow uh beard to protect yr tie we eat thin pizza with kripul krow we smell the flowerz and listin to the blewz it iz hard to beat uh floot wat does uh percussiv floot sound like 99% uv peepul name coconut as percussiv […]
Translation
The window is a woman. The table is a woman. The sheets are women, all of them. The books are men. The wind is a man. The wind in the open window is like coitus, glorious fucking, and the city’s genitals are flapping labially under the big dick of the sky. Today, the sun has […]
Geosphere II
You sit in the coatroom checking and rechecking your phone while the dancing begins outside under globe lights. We arrived here together but only externally, which is why in dreams I wake cold, wanting to dance, planning the periphery of a garden laced with continual blooms produced in Denmark. I concede to the nesting texture […]
On Flight
Real pain is catharsis, as if to say, I don’t want to go running, I want to have sex with you. Now if you’re to stay, you said, put your hands here. But there are other rules. I have to taxi. I have to descend. My friend was listening to an instructional Hendrix song, which […]
Cupid in the White City
THE ROSE Cupid coughs and out comes a rose. The flower’s wrath digs a pocket of thorns in Cupid’s throat. He tries to speak but his voice box is filled With the flower’s hot breath which stirs up shiny demons So Cupid cries diamonds all afternoon. He goes to the shoreline and walks on ice […]
from The Musician
When the wind was a smell came across too green and he nearly tore me into feeling like chopping down a tree the sweet blood smell all over me I remember everything needless temptations to leave in a boat a tinted photograph of his wife but be careful you will fear the strange shoulders patched […]