Libre

Remember, my dear,
Your brown body is also
A kind of passport.

Bed full of flowers, head full of jasmine

"Solitude used to
be considered a pleasure,
not an affliction."

-Marilynne Robinson‏

Beating the odds, hours and herbs.

Head like a melon
burst open: high-impact hurt,
all sweetness inside.

A good line

Oof, those careless boys
with their broad-spectrum charms and
quick intimacies.

The Spoof is in the Sniffing

Imposter lilacs,
hanging off the trees: I can
smell your trickery.

"She had to make a supernatural effort not to die"

Dying can seem satisfactory as a response.
But let's all try to live instead.

Marquez, Bolaño and Bakshi: A Summer Conversation Series

Progress Update

The troops have found no
battle, and so are picking
daises in the field.


Over and out.

Did you hear?

Went to the woods and
found you wandrin'; emerged, and
found myself--afield.

Marry me, Heems.

Your great grandfather
was Edgar Wallace. Mine was
some broke brown subject.