1. Is the rectum a shopping mall: where the old grave was overhauled and gentrified from the bottomless pit of time & the boundless boundaries of pleasures into the automated bright lights at the parking lots eating alive your Amex … Continue reading “Is the Rectum a Shopping Mall?”
Nothing about Tomorrow How will it be different in the future? It probably won’t. Is there a future? There are the limits of the body: age / illness / something else not said out loud. For example, yesterday I couldn’t … Continue reading “Four Poems”
Anxiety is its own prolonged unreckoning this visionary script moves like an old hand shaking wild playtime kissed into the layers of muscle at home base no less than being still, we press on into the night earnest garbage … Continue reading “Meals”
Note: All drawings and charts are sampled from Google Patents.
This spring, before the world was turned upside down as result of the global health emergency, Audre Lorde’s memory was to be inscribed onto the cityscape of Berlin. A citizens’ initiative had successfully called for the renaming of a street … Continue reading “Poetry as a Way of Living: An Interview with Mayra A. Rodríguez Castro”
name/brand on a windy day breaking those hottest Midwestern months where most everything is wishing for death or winter, a single dried petal from that little blue flower with a cute colloquial name, shrunk beyond its living … Continue reading “Four Poems”
EP 430511 B1 20010207 Chimeric gene in sunflower and sugar beet as a model for enhanced plant resistance to glutamine synthase inhibitor and herbicide Insect-resistant tomato plant is capable of fending off aphid cutworm flea beetle hornworm nematode and whitefly … Continue reading “selected patents from Monsanto Ballooning“
I. Around phenomena a glow surfaces humanity is politically predefined, all space is personal and every clock emphasizes wartime “Going dark” on cell phones a way to generate data (absence as a form of data) during demonstrations while the stars … Continue reading “we are all dangerous until our fears grow thoughtful”
Surfeit Writ, with Time Constraint A green collection in the field. Or try again without opprobrium. Make better work for good. The copula will see to that whatever word One puts down will suffice to grow the poem as a … Continue reading “Two Poems”
A slight striation brings us to an opalescent aquapit of algae-grazing crustaceans and pedal boat taverns. Take I-94 West past the tropical shrublands, along a spidery slum of houses built on planks of sun-bleached ipe and thatch. Next … Continue reading “The Suburbs”
I drag an archive of icons across the desktop. I am always drawn to wilderness. I square the mass of lines, their accumulated, gossiping cells. My grandmother planned to become an engineer, but got pregnant and left university. I sift … Continue reading “from Intramural“
On the Rise and Fall of the Bolivar Fuerte If only I could dissociate value from the work My index finger performs when I write which isn’t even Labor but something I want to call love coz it’s useless By … Continue reading “Three Poems”
after movement rejoining the still breath catches in the particulars little snores mean you haven’t died in your sleep rain that touches everything yes now on shore we praise the iconic intro of dance with … Continue reading “Are You Hearing It Now?”
*THATCHED *I MISREMEMBERED *POTENTIAL CLARIFICATIONS *AT THIS DEFACED CORNER *BURN
The following is drawn from a manuscript tentatively titled Reversi: a group of letters written to Em Bohlka, who died in the 2016 Ghost Ship fire. Reversi also engages with Othello as a core text, jumping off from that play … Continue reading “from Reversi“
