The Very Bottom of Everything

As the full moon rises

The swan sings in sleep

On the lake of the mind.

-Kenneth Rexroth

The eternity of white

professed in

Headlamps or

Simply the fresh wall,

A simulation of the senses.

I would prefer this

To the bend of evening

the backside of pureness

the haunt...

Man Made World

calendar of murmurs

vague caresses about the planet and its water

we could have confused words

but there were doors open

confetti in the midst of darkness

gentle ways

to swoon in a corner with she who

put her tongue in my mouth

-Nicole Brossard

a line of gaping homes with nothing
full of souls and sound and space and spit
a million memories withholding
the remainders of a modern pit

Its been a while since I have written anything worth reading.

Shudder Shift

I won't be dying after all, not now, but will go on living dizzily

hereafter in reality, half-deaf to reality, in the room

perfumed by the fire that our

inextinguishable will begins

-Timothy Donnelly

I am a collection of the past

And that is breaking off by

The molecule

By the millisecond

The constant crumble

Of who I am

A line into the past

Im not sure if I ever could

retract my steps though

Two Sides of the Desert

Is reality too powerful for you?

Take the risk. Believe what you see and hear. It's the pulse of every secret intimation you've ever felt around the edges of your life.

-Don Delillo

art viewing art, confused

that there are others

worth absolutely nothing

but adored