After the Last Fright
I carved upon my desk unsayables.
He drank until he vomited on himself.
Eavesdropping, the others resisted sleep.
The house knew the pain of sun on lacquered floorboards.
Maidenhead
It was early morning just after sunrise.
Delphinium growing out of your mouth pushing up the loose plaster in the ceiling.
I took a pair of large scissors from my belly button and clipped the stems close to the root.
Symposium on Subjectivity and Style
There is a Zen koan which asks, “Does a dog have Buddha nature?” The answer is neither yes nor no, but the single Japanese word mu, which means “enough.” In other words, stop analyzing; the interrelationship of self and selflessness cannot be grasped through mental exertion alone.
Booth
Darla takes me to lunch at a health food place that costs an arm and a leg for rabbit food. There’s nary a thing I can eat, but she moves through the meal like a champ—just mowing down all the slop in sight. She wants to talk about our relationship.
from Woodnote
I must leave the door open
in case she wants to come see me.
Devil Finch
Red eyes on a red-feathered head seem not to be watching
or seem to be watching and are not,
self-camouflaged, unreliably witnessing the
war cries of the Hoop-hoop rippling visibly up the body
Little Dantesque
It turns out
The dogs were in control all along.
Essay: Who Is Thinking on Her Legs (Manifesto)
What color is your arrow? Mine is
green.
I’m the nail & you’re the nurse
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No! The realities keep off out rear,
And front ads in the shops
with irrupting,
The Associative Logic of Sex
Hey!
Everybody knows
women’s lips
are a metaphor
for the labia. Some women
