Oh these blind trajectories,these pure set conditions,initial, merry, just so wandered –a shell thus thrown, a plungedalbatross beak, a shearedstab of ice, a moon’s pulland a breath elastic – All these and a calculus,as crest to valley lumbersin its way – sine to sine –chopped though ever freeand unlapped after. Yes, that is how to […]
The roads here,rum tongued, black toothedand pitted, lead somewhere. I am sure that over the peak of it,splayed out like toes in dry sand,tractioned for tide, a florescence,maybe, maybe down in the abalone towns,the oyster shot towns – in The Mother of Pearl,where I met a guy,a guy named Reason,slim fingered and wrungout at last […]
Loosed beyond the sprung cattail, the sun downs on someone, not by some malice called darkness. A day simply withers its way in its way to a downing set loosed beyond those easterly creeks, fat beyond the headwaters meek, buoyant, strode over and giddy as a waif skipping stone. Yes, the sun is downing on […]
