Monthly Archives: October 2012
You hit me / like Boal / hit women. My love. Imagine my surprise.
Midnight. The minute hand clicks to the right, underscores the hour. Outside second story tenement, a car passes through puddles, beams of light passing over bedroom walls, ceiling. The tick tock of the clock. The scratching of the mice. 3 am. … Continue reading
…my best writing is usually sarcastic. This also comes easier. Like, this… Or, this. Mostly the summary in that one. Which is probably best.
Originally posted on hovercraftdoggy:
Speed boat flying over the water / album cover by Micha Vanony
Who do I admire? Who inspires, teaches me – who blows my perceptions apart and offers me new ones? Not confessional writers. I don’t find memoirs, or poetry that’s purely about the poet, all that interesting. A Winged Dream was … Continue reading
Was not my name Ishmael? No. Martin Burns. One of them – not the farmer turned wrestler, nor the cataloguer of the hard stuff. I mean, that guy? That one? He could study the reactions of inorganic salts in solution … Continue reading
My lover hiccuped as we wrestled across the room, repeatedly, until I was forced to ask them “Was it the bacon, or the salami, that set you off so? They told me neither, that it was something one of the … Continue reading
The old transistor radio in the corner buzzed, hummed, crackled with static. The orders came in, children reciting numbers. “Defriend them all – no quarter” The easiest were the fake ones, barely protesting unlikes and blocks. Some old friends from … Continue reading