a fistful of poetry
Alice, the Mad Hatter, and the March Hare were in a bar…(click the hotspot to find out what happens.)
Wallace Stevens: Of the Surface of Things
I love Bernie Gourley’s reading of this Wallace Stevens‘ poem: Of the Surface of Things Go listen to Bernie read and then come back for a closer look at the poem. Wallace Stevens’ poem is a meditation on perception, the […]
a layered meditation on creativity, improvisation, and interconnection
this ongoing remix practice (of mine)is the heartbeat of evolution itself,a rhythmic, recursive dance of becoming (what am i becoming?). it feels like an innate biological imperativewoven deep into my DNA, a pulse, a vibration, a call-and-response echoe across ec(h)osystems. […]
started reading some of Charles Olson’s work
started reading some of Charles Olson’s work.
in cold hell
There’s something about Charles Olson’s In Cold Hell, in Thicket that feels uncomfortably familiar, like stepping into a dense forest where every direction looks the same but somehow promises something different. For me, this poem isn’t just a piece of […]
Leap of faith
She was all legs and breasts when I saw her yesterday. It was hot. Not just the kind of hot that has people wiping their foreheads with the back of their hands and cursing the sun, but the kind of sweltering heat that spreads […]
expresso vision
there’s a pulse, a beata rhythm that’s jagged and rawdancing to the cadence of the streetlights. it’s here in the hollows of the night where words tumble out like dice in a back alley craps game where the poets huddle over steaming cups […]
words of encouragement
The other day, a good friend of mine messaged me: And I replied with: And:
existence
Existence is suffering.Existence is painExistence is timeExistence is purposeExistence is immediateExistence is perfectExistence is reasonExistence is problematicExistence is exoticExistence is mysteriousExistence is meExistence is godExistence is beautifulExistence is mindExistence is unnecessaryExistence is lameExistence is resistanceExistence is futileExistence is eternalExistence is […]
Promise
every now and then i fallapart at the seams, it seems only held together bythe promise of a new day and the words i want to sayto you tucked underneaththe floorboards of my sanity
no glory
so i lay thereplaying with splintersin the late afternoon the angels of paradise,hidden in the mysteryof my days leaningon worn-out wings, sang to me sticks lie broken,dead leaves gather dust,i am homesick herein the ashes all i wanted wasglory, found […]
ignorance
can be yourself don’t bottle up the body, keep it open. when all self-identifications remain get rid of god. no self-definition, i am energy and bring nothing reality here, can i demand nothing when you want nothing, seek nothing expect […]
god be sitting on a fence
god be sitting on a fence up the road i saw him peering at the traffic passing by then he wandered over to the tobacco shop said something to the barelegged boy leaning on the countertop adjusted his spandex shorts […]
no glory
so i lay there playing with splinters in the late red afternoon the angels of paradise hidden in the mystery of my days leaning on warm wings sang to me sticks lie broken dead leaves gather dust i am homesick […]
night’s leaves
on a pristine october afternoon i applied for a job begging at the ports all for the sake of feeling my way against the ghost of your truth my lies limed and loaded flowed easy riding the night’s last flicker […]
rapture
on the radio the buzzing world whistling blowers moan the clack of balls clicking so well straining a high thin monkey woman begging for rapture