Where?
People are, naturally, weary of me: I'm alone, jobless and I'm looking at them. Why do I keep pushing?
- discipline is
One of these days, this phone will ring, and it will be a beautiful woman, who loves me, again, or an old friend, or. Now it is silent,...
Vital burger
Vital burger (vegan), 4.90, ich habe 4.89, pick up your own bill, and give the man his due, ein(e?) eurocent away, president obama is in...
Period, David
How does one get you out of my system when you invited yourself on the day I opened my door? You have become the system and I want out....
Spiral
You're dishonest. Your wife's dishonest. She knows of your dishonesty and you know of hers - it's why you're together. Your infant child...
Pain
Pain is easy to define. It doesn't miss. Where has it taken you? ( - for all the Paddies!)
(Za, pod, nad) : no a prečo nie pred
človek ktorý stáva len na to aby kazil, človek ktorý odišiel, a nechal cestu: _________ za sebou už ani vôña stopy zanesené sneh a prach...
And A Murder Of Crows Brought The Night Sky Down
One by one my illusions died, crisp november air of a winter back and welcome, ok rob, that's ten minutes, and i gotta change the...
or just, Outside
Larry had been abused at the tender age of eleven. He tried telling his loved ones about it. They did not care. So he ran away. Into the...
The Leafless Tree Looks Dead
It's now late in the afternoon and the November sun is setting. In the southern hemisphere rain is giving way to longer and warmer days:...
So much art everywhere.
A man walks in wearing a black tuque. He waits for something, his order probably. Life in Montreal can be quiet, if you know where to go....
without title
Working through accumulated fatigue is a chore. Trying not to think too much, making amends with the way things are. The road winds and...
A Prayer
Odds are I'm suicidal by now. My nerves are all over the place. Rushes to my extremities, tinnitus. I think of all the missed...
Full Apple Tree
hanging rose and her buds bobbing in the november morning light full apple tree an old man's face in an old tree hollow disappears as the...
Find a Place: Write Poetry
The real things are hard to write about: you don't talk about them because... Yet, literature is that place, that time.