Category Archives: Poetry

I’m so bad in corners — I’d rather be a circle; what to do but spit & lift both feet — tell me now how to do it, where the wall- wood & the other, like a kiss, leads thru ‘m

a spot align across a stage… two ballerinas’ polka dots & tap shoes, one red cape

Abdullah calls to his assistance, Abdullah, who says, ‘Right hand, man, but I cannot do it, let me call Abdullah, he’s a temp; shall he take it to your sisters –‘ They are upstairs at the TVs watching ‘Happy Daze”, but the youngest — what to do — she’s reading, really, ‘Happy, spelled the otherContinue reading “to Quondam”

how now our porcupines today so red & olives fly