Category Archives: Poetry

press the power on nothing happens I forgot that I knew how to   put it in reverse in a while more even now again I press on   nothing more idle I recall remember when I’ll be over soon

designat’d peace a jigsaw a rigmarole maroon out of blue   amber incident crimp’d upon a flut’d lip wound down rigolet   eggshell for a wall popcorn thread bobbin cobwebs iron red the bed

crystal spun or blown glass press’d in molds&-cast as split banana boats

graffiti’s ‘artists’ criticiz’d an architect’s ‘waterfalls’ design’d

as a wraith as wreathe a restless endless headland a sheath no blood