Blank
Locked In a library Beautiful books Line the walls Bound To pass the time I take one down Blank Inside As are they all – A.R. Painting by Kate Stone http://paintingstufftolooklikestuff.blogspot.com...
View ArticleBits for Birds
If you find that you have gotten stale Throw that bit out for the birds to eat And carve a fresh soft slice of self Use it to build your next great meal – a.r. Avocado Sandwich by Luis Colan
View ArticleStarving Poet
I have pulled into myself, digesting Writing, rewriting, and waiting I have never had more drafts With less meat to show for it I have hesitated so often lately Wanting more guts to give you I have...
View ArticleIn Concert
Live and loud and lusty chords Screamed all my demons loose Today they’ve traveled too far gone Leaving me drained, of little use I’m not supposed to love them But we’ve danced together long Those...
View ArticleStarving Poet
I have pulled into myself digesting Writing rewriting and waiting I have never had more drafts With less meat to show for it I have hesitated so often lately Wanting more guts to give you I have been...
View Articleas bad (A Poem) as it seems
It seems I am at a loss lately Half poems Half truths Half me It seems I dream of what I’m not Full head Full fool Full stop It seems there may be no escape But to want But to wait But to tolerate It...
View ArticleJoy
Joy I have no words They burst forth Like orgasm And I am left A shuddering mess Empty and desperate Wanting more Of what came before And this is why I despise Joy -a.r. Photograph: Orgasm by Mike 3008...
View ArticleMy Hands
My hands pressed flat and steady Willfully still and splayed Against the cool hard surface Of my wooden waiting desk I see an outline forming From my steam and body heat A lingering impression Of...
View ArticleNo Matter
The will to write escapes me Not because there is nothing But because there is too much And in that muchness I feel nothing I have become a shadow whisp of me With vortex-swirls inside Contained by...
View ArticleNo
“You are not Who I thought You were But instead Exactly who I always feared You’d be,” She sobs. How does one Crack themselves Open enough To speak Any words Beyond those To anyone Ever again? How do...
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