Category Archives: Poetry

Commercial culture coexists with this – a scripted settlement in parallel, with automotive atmosphere, the kiss of poison fast food handling and the spell of household toxins. Pulled by ads to buy unworth to eat unhealth to dream of gold … Continue reading →

I felt the pressure first behind an eye and now it’s grown to band my brow again. I used to think I needed food, or try more water but I didn’t get it then. I didn’t see it was my … Continue reading →

These arbitrary lines befuddle me: unnatural boundaries; symbolic fence. The limits we are taught ought not to be ordained unless from ordinary sense. However did you people so decide to separate experience and stress the difference in activities, divide the … Continue reading →

History repeats itself, they say, but clearly this is sometimes false, because there has to be a first event, occasion, era, day, and first time isn’t subject to their laws. My generation hasn’t ever been before, these millions of us, … Continue reading →

Most folks around me seem to get along without a daily dose of satisfaction, so why do I believe it would be wrong to go to bed before it? My reaction to a day without a share of fun is … Continue reading →

The moon put shadows on the desert road like pools of night in dips of dry terrain that vanished when our headlights poked and showed us how it was: the asphalt gray again. As when a heated ribbon road appears … Continue reading →

I wonder: am I psychically inclined? A power fancy, but if it were true I’d get more pain than good, for I would find I’d have to give my nightmares credence too. It’s bad enough to have the blessings of … Continue reading →

I tried to exorcise your ghost today. I calculated (office work) and ate too much, engaged in solitary play, and overrode my bike – an hour straight I pedaled nowhere till my forehead gleamed with irksome sweat, upturned against the … Continue reading →

The traffic has subsided and the TV screens are dark. The streetlights burn as brightly as the moon. The atmosphere’s delighted with the evening’s blue remark and midnight has agreed to be here soon. In my room I’m pressing for … Continue reading →