Monthly Archives: January 2012

I’ve been to Earth nearly a dozen times, this is what I’ve learned: First, I cannot hold an image anywhere as long as I would like nor forget a scent as quickly                                                           as I often need to. Secondly, the air … Continue reading →

Disregard my last statement. It doesnt make any sense. I’ve packed my days in plastic milk crates stacked them in the closet under a dead man’s clothes. I left them in the cellophane. I like the way it cries. The … Continue reading →

I woke this morning, dead from my right shoulder to my right fingertips and when I lifted the icy corpse with my left hand I thought of my mother. I thought of her mattress worn down to the uncoiled springs … Continue reading →

Hide yourself in the marmalade. I have no idea what the hell it is. I don’t explore the differences between preserved fruit. Remain safely hidden in my change pocket. Stay as you are: carved from fake jade. I imagine you … Continue reading →

I. Old Joe had Lisa tattooed on his arm – crude dots pressed sometime in the 70′s by a half-drunk friend with a shaky hand, a half-filled bottle of India ink, and half of a Quaalude half hitting him making … Continue reading →

I’m not certain what holds the building up, the mathematics between the coarse flesh of bricks, a final collection of good intentions packed deep into the mortar. I’m not certain there is forgetting the long pathways of ink or splitting … Continue reading →

Moreover, I’ve never envied Janus            and his indecision. Though we both look forward to rain — the way it washes our surfaces. Though we can both appreciate time            and the way it collects the molecules long separated.