Practice pirouettes in a safe place Clear of any sharp tweets or leaked emails Know your retracted position before you start Keep your shoulders and..

“every ecology depends on death” cotyledons green to their task of rising into trees, unruffled by captions in a town in India a driver races..

Though your bones will turn to dust There is still time to love and lust Though your muscles soon will rot And memory will slip..

  “ there are two ways of getting home and one of them   is to stay there”  – G.K Chesterton   no more does..

  my otherness sticks with me no matter where I go : never loan out your rainy day : how many bodies are we :..

The studio was lit by December smog, you’d make tea make lunch make breathless moans, then you burned plastic paint to make statements about the..

A deer park, a duck lake, a fort— “It’s colder here, isn’t it?”— “Yes; we’ll walk fast, ok?” Distress clouds your eyes: “You should’ve got..

lately my mind is a dreamy soup Yours, polished rosin. I stand grey as a doorway To embody sleep my chance to mishear when you..

I find it amusing, yes when people refer to their nation as the Mother Land. My mother’s land is not mine. I have no claim..

took my arm and said something about MRSA climbed into a sitting position took on his own half-assed-half-lotus “I had an axe and a wife...

Change the way you think you’re escaping toward the blue and fuzzy, bleeding into a wash. [Ask me not to say it.] Awake from the..

I wanted to stay in that little town with you The one with all the chickens And the movie house on fire Late at night..

In my fully charged battery life youth, my bedroom blazes nightlight electric, my nursery rhyme records spin twilight warped, the gorilla’s cymbals clash a flat..

A constant hammer on wood and a distant conversation. Two voices, two villages, Separated by a river that scorns The silence and floats into my..

i. a city of stuttering street lamps, sinking paper boats & swirling streets, you were born into/ shadows possessed you till you laughed at your..

I will sleep tonight, I tell myself Despite the insomnia that developed After you left, like the filth that washed up— Mainly broken bottles of..

Shit poetry went for poetry festivals sponsored by corporates drunk champaign wrote about rain flowers, cherry tree, birds, butterflies, clods, love and sex in the..

“If you write in English, you cannot know your own emotions.” ~ a poet I once met Mother’s tongue. Say it slow to staunch the..

They’re selling the projected lightshow pyramid scheme selling the world one way tickets to all tomorrow’s parties they come wrapped in self-reflexive electrical tape hand..