Category: poems

  • Sheena is a Punk Rocker

    She, Sheena of the Jungle, the pulp-paged comics’ great white queen, she, Sheena, born in slumped-out England, born for young Will Eisner’s tabloid-writing scheme, born of Jerry Eigner’s drawing, Eisner’s jiggle-in-the-jungle dream. Reborn stateside nine months later (the money was better), reborn a soft-core smash-hit shiksa, Jumbo Comics break-out dame. Born first in the blur […]

  • Familiars

    The give and take of strength to create out of a labyrinth of seeking Your own One’s only close range between known and unknown To give and take alms Your arms around a frightened animal At close range, strength is enigmatic A strange creation Your own reach is your only familiar

  • The Dream Farm   for Rachel

    I have never lived here.   I have never lit a match here. Home-dipped candles build the walls by shadowing them, illumination’s fitful and declares, water runs out of my brows, my hair. How build a place you’ve never been. I’m imagining what you’ll say to me, prey animal, in the future in which I […]

  • Screen on the World-side

    Midway, I woke up, slid open a window. It had been raining; a tree was growing. Through screen, blinds, and the tree behind, a bird flew in under my eyes. The bird flying in, bird singing in the tree, the tree flying in, scary. I thought the blinds and screen could protect me, forgot smell, […]

  • Monster

    Think of her writing those lists, all those pithy observations. Famous people, famous books. You suffer, he said, from a surfeit of mimetic desire. There is only one solution: turn it and turn it, not again, but into a telephone. Yes, it may become literature, or it may simply become a crustacean and crawl away. […]

  • Factory

    The boredoms meet Styx. We stole the Saab you owned.   Because clasp of a bracelet equals   interest in Eric Gill vocalists wrote 1864 for Antler

  • Tulip World

    A family experiences against tulips a number of lyric options. How many sides do you think the world is? — counting only on your thumbs, your narrative desires. In the pit of the windbreaker, hunger folds. On the flat, granules of distrust gain flanked by sun and gravity. Even the sky overcast. If the field […]

  • Courtship in the Age of YouTube

    Inevitable, the time clock that hangs around in your sinus cavities, the tension of inhaling and exhaling and checking your inbox, at a customary stage, not, steady enough, to take your jeans off not, at ease enough, to refrain from it, your words as to the vagueness of an end game. I’ll send you a […]

  • Two Novels

    Edicts down from one Glad and big army enforce one All intuitive encompassing