As I walk into the dim room, a movie is playing and my mom is watching intently. I am there but I am not there, an ephemeral planet in the making. A spectral vision. A light and dark murky chiaroscuro. An opened envelope. Where is this place, this mansion, this...
I sit behind my thoughts sometimes And watch the fiction play out all my selves beaming, the starstuff and the alien in my derelict garden. Like shucking an oyster, earth splits open satisfied with seeing. The camouflage of self emptied of words, releasing the...
I saw the Beatles when they first came to America, it was winter, 1964, they seemed to bring the Earth with them, streaming to New York on Pan Am to Kennedy International, as sure as planets on their course, four firmamental days. Three thousand fans waited, bunched...
The spring leaves dream by the creek Of knowing resurrection, Gathering trance like with frequent intermissions, Bedding iridescent beetles and butterflies In their pillowy bosom, As the pink-orange dawn opens its eyes and wags its tail. . I have stayed up all...
The ego is greedy, it clings like a viper expelled from the garden screaming aloud like a split atom. Prancing on my belly, another color begging me to perform, to memorize, my drama, bleeding inside like mountains of tongues slapping in the dark. The nerve at...
