This is how it went: the pilgrims, with their beige exoskeletons, six legs, antennae they travelled, they followed my misery, mistaking it for promised land, a place where they could be free and I learned the form of poetry in the exoskeleton, six legs, hourglass waist of a wasp on the windowsill I learned to […]
Prose Poem No. 19
In the mornings, on the weekdays, I sit on the sofa and watch the bluejays. Their color doesn’t blend well with dirt, rock, and brush—but at least for the robin, its color does. I hear the birds more often than I see them, see them more often than I know them: which is the one […]
foliage
For my siblings Find someone who makes you laugh so hard, your nose starts bleeding. Someone who’ll press a cold washcloth to your nose to make that bleeding stop (but not necessarily the laughter). Someone who buys you flowers when your sister’s cat dies, and someone who drives you and your cat to the pet […]
a young life ended too soon by sudden onset seizures
for Daisy and Gato . every homecoming prom high school graduation are photos picturing over the course of four years a mostly white, a little black cat growing up (over the course of four years) in the arms of his mother beside her high school sweetheart black suit & sequin-scaled dresses corsages, cut flowers, bouquets […]
genetic designer
a found poem
disillusioned
December.
nonexistence
Somewhere in La Fortuna, a block or two west from the city square, just left of the mural of a cheetah, there is a restaurant, a restaurant wall where the owner collects drawings from his customers, customers from all over the world, the drawings depict it all from Ontario to Israel. And somewhere among that […]
I don’t like talking about you in third person
I guess I can’t credit the Milankovitch cycles for this phenomenon.
acoustic songs are better
A poem (feat. my fish)
amory blaine (reprise)
Closure warranted, capturing stray thoughts and pasting them here.
