Monthly Archives: September 2014

She asks me to write a poem for her and I said I’d try which made her smile shyly and made it seem like it was something she was looking forward to which made it something I was looking forward … Continue reading →

I wasn’t at your show because I had to help a sick friend. I wasn’t at your show because my grandfather died. I wasn’t at your show because there was another show down the block that was way off schedule … Continue reading →

The train was rolling all night long. It was late while we traveled uptown, alone together. My eyes were resting when I found a head resting on my shoulder – but not my own. The red, green and golden-haired lovely … Continue reading →

She asked me to write not to her but for her which is a little egotistical but kind of endearing since it was clear she wanted me to think of her. So I tried to but I knew very little … Continue reading →

Those shoes those high heeled pointy pouty leopard skin – faux – shoes look great -ly uncomfortable. They look like they’re difficult to walk in though you look amazing trying. You appear to prowl the hall or whatever space you … Continue reading →

Lately she’s been bringing up cancer. A lot. She’s talking about ailments, commenting on communicability. She’s observing illnesses down every alley. She’s always associating everything with her daughter’s diseases and offering it up as an excuse for everything. It’s why … Continue reading →

The next poem is going to be fucking fantastic. The next poem will be amazing. The next poem may very well change lives starting with mine, I swear to vag-licking GOD! The next poem will speak to the masses. The … Continue reading →

Pretend blood gushes when their fights get extreme and the action is pronounced heavy and multicolored. They duel with swords using whatever materials are at hand: twigs, curtain rods wrapping paper rolls and wiffle bats, all available for the appropriate … Continue reading →

Well, that sucked. It happens. Sometimes the work you do no matter how much you try and strive that work is going to be ass. Such is the case with the last piece. I apologize for it. I did what … Continue reading →

Every day I pass your door spy through your window and see you and the flute. You are always at it concentrating hesitating demonstrating your proficiency with the instrument. It is with great resolve that you work it seeking to … Continue reading →