You, you, you, you're Me, My, Mine, Ours We're the selfish lovers of post-pot generations planted in the earth with chemicals and multiple jobs, innately raised to hope that things will get better, knowing that nothing can fall into our laps because we're always standing opportunities are, instead, launched with deadly velocity at our crotches, … Continue reading Every Cup of Coffee
It's funny, I'm sitting in some coffee shop in Santa Fe, drinking a house brewed kombucha, scolding myself for the hipster tendencies that crawl beneath my skin like so many sub-dermal potato bugs, or an old cough that won't go away, the remnant descendants of this season's Rhinovirus clinging to the edges of my esophagus, … Continue reading The Alien with the Orange Teapot
I wish that I could say that it all just faded away that every day brought a ne- w feeling a fresh start as the sun came up over the skating steam skimming itself like owl chick down over the top of a corporate cup of ceramic bean extract; That the sweet cream, the spoonful … Continue reading Kick/Punch/Smack
Step 1: Wash your hands. This will ensure that you will not get yourself sick, the world is a disgusting place, full of bacteria and viruses and washing hands WITH SOAP is vital it is a given step in any course of events that involves feeding yourself [or food handling in general] Step 2: Take … Continue reading How To Eat The World
It's difficult to sit down and just write anything. there are confines, rules, set regulations that come to the tips of the fingers when one deems it time to create. It's as if something immediately wedges itself between the keyboard and the brain. And what's between the keyboard and you? I can't quite say. Infinite … Continue reading Thinking Inkly: Looking For You, Wherever You Are
Possible that through the span of dimensions and universes, Something could have happened to balance out this calamity. Why this is progress, Why destruction is equivalent to a stepping forward, I may never know. I am simply one boy, How could I? What do I know? Looking at the green glass formed ten feet deep … Continue reading After Visiting the Museum of Nuclear Science
Dear Reader, I've been told that it's difficult to always be reading poetry; that there is a great reward in finding a meaning in a poem, but that the meaning is often difficult to come by and can often make people feel stupid or lost [possibly insulted somehow] if they don't get it. I've been … Continue reading Thinking Inkly: A Little Anxiety and Some Thoughts
The pins fell softly into my palm with a quiet pop. Pulling with them, both the silence of the room and small conical shavings of sheet rock [or of years worth of dried paint, possibly]. The material that the fabric was made of, I did not remember having felt so close in consistency to cheesecloth. … Continue reading Tapestry
To be a poem I would have to fold myself I would first begin a bending of the arm a twisting of the wrist then, after some strain, the snapping of the ankle the spaghetti noodle of each rib pressing into a bend pressing into an arc pressing in two one piece always flies off … Continue reading “Ars Poetica” [1]
Don't y'u Can't y'u s'e th'worl's gettin' s'much short'r we're takin' th' soun'righ' out outta 'vrythin' w'say already "lol" "roflmao" soon'r'r lat'r, there'll be nothin' lef' save a series o' do''-n'-dash's n'we'll st'll-b sittin'roun' arguin'- -compla'nin' "I don't-g't-U M8" "mA-B U 8[-t]n't lis'n'n r8[-A+I]" U, U nEd 2 do som'thin' plz. stan' ↑ 4 sum'thin' … Continue reading Elision
