Giddy with self-light a mountain recedes, inheres. I can’t tell branches from outdated antennae in this noon blitz. Let’s paw together at the imminence, red silo cup tumbleweeds rattling by on their soiled white rims. The houses here have garages and the garages have… portholes, I guess. Single circular windows between the roof’s vee. It’s […]

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Untitled Painting by Robert Corless, 1961, watercolor on paper.     prep paper          to resemble dusk, music for a pull-your-through          reach-and-seek   whites, blacks,          mixed to a grey-first   into a wet, sloping wash of manifold blues          veined with thin red-currents                   and a foundational pink wash            maybe these are painted with Coltrane bristles?   […]

At the livery we never met horses                                              and implication forced our polite registers down We expected flesh would make us learn                                              inferred particples as statements minus nudity minus poverty minus statement Katy on the couch last night calling me out on Breton We don’t talk about these things                  It’s cereal milk and Adele’s attitude                                                                                     Or I […]

                                             (after Zbigniew Herbert) Almost as prayer,          the metamorphoses take you into their fold,          the shameful dreams of sunsets framed by the antlers of a deer or the vision          of Ouroboros, its spiral link to an ancient catenary strung back          to the mind’s fluidity making for an out or an around the dead eyeball of a […]