Words
When we howl
When we howl, we howl as oneAgainst the breakersAgainst the silenceAgainst the bone
When we howl, we’re calling to you,“Ahwooooooooo!”Saying, I see you, I hear...
big night out
bits & piecesof me slough offevery day slivers of sanityflecks of hopescraps of intellecti sweep them up & save themfor a rainy day
whispers of old...
No Language
For years I’d see Tim free fall from some height while sitting still in the backwoods of his life after his wife died of alcohol poisoning he cut...
Tree in Winter
You will be here again. Your eyes
closed in brightening light from
a window, open in winter. Magenta
blooms lidded, your forehead held
by a shoulder put forward...
Landscape, Mid-Consequence
The oft-oppressive miracles
of the combustion engine beckon
from whiny highways of a degradation
we must call fair
An asymmetrical face
appears in the exhaust drift
between the taillight and...
TWO MODELS
“Game recognises game”
Popular saying Used in someBlack people’sConversations
Normally blurted outWhen one seesTheir best qualitiesIn another.
Example given:
Back in the 1950s,A FloridaCheesecake modelDidn’t want toLimit herself to...
With Windows Shut Tight
No clouds today
but
the sky is white:
like a negative image
of
the night
the air is coated
the distant trees are
gray, smothering
the day in bleakness
in poison in
sadness
as fires rage
further...
middle ground
we find ourselves this long morning of this long week children of division some of us already know this place grew out of it like weeds in sidewalk cracks we...
Free Poetry Skool @ Downtown Public Library
Poets gather
like words on a page
scribed in their own handwriting
as illustrious lines
they embody poetic form
— such as , a tercet , perhaps —
where this...
Shine A Beam
Where we standwhat we eatthe atoms of our soul everything we see
was all made from the hearts of distant supernovaethat exploded...
Dada Def Poems
What is a Nihilist
An ink blot and a reminder levied on ships that anchor in a port.
A trial condemningthe leader of a dramatic chorus.
It...
to william
Faulkner, you fucker you came on to me with your words and your prose and the things you could seeand i’m beholden, Man and what can i do wondering...
