Category Archives: Poetry

A shark-shaped silver car stands out, on Spruce near Berryman. Its surface is hand-done: a pitted, puckered, puttied poor excuse for shining sharkskin. Still the car is fun; it rides a trailer hitched behind a bull with radiator ring and … Continue reading →

Big Robin is a deviant. I know because she tried recruiting me, between her messy bites of lunch: she loves to go to latex orgies. Then there’s meek Christine, who never eats with others – she’s complex. She closet binges … Continue reading →

I see in memory a red-haired guy who studied Marxist writings page by page, and dreamed of blowing ROT-Cee to the sky: now Eddie’s hair is turning pink with age. While McNamara wasted boys to slow the tide embarrassment from … Continue reading →

It’s 25 past midnight, and the earth is quiet now while I prepare to sleep. As if fatigued from having given birth to yet another yesterday, we creep together to our rest, environment and I, arrange our wraps of fog … Continue reading →

My legs are tired and my mind’s fatigued. I need a psychic nap and muscle rest. Commuting I have tried to be intrigued with birds and blooms; instead I am impressed by household offal piled at the street: torn mattresses, … Continue reading →

She’s always been an alien within: a cuckoo incubated in the nest her parents built. Beneath that olive skin exists a creature other than the rest, diverging early in her history. She’s waiting yet to recognize her peers and thinks … Continue reading →

Like muddy rivulets, the tiny streams of tapes unravel in the shaded curve of freeway. Here a slingshot bungee seems a snake, a creature flung by someone’s swerve, synthetic roadkill cast among the shapes of concrete fossils, hubcap shards and … Continue reading →