acceded the acclimodept to start, considering the groundwork of his art: we say: “go to the edges, strive, bring the borders back alive inside youreflexing mind and muscle.” and yes, i will admit the sense of center is a side we sometimes…
our slang is salted with the words of those whose ways were lost to politics and pox. we congregate in cardboard kingdoms, learning how to lift and lighten loads and loosen locks. in the plaza between the pyramids of moon and sun,…
save that, trade that, keep that second-sided. waive that, shade that, let your hands be guided. nothing of importance can be pre-decided. the moment of the reckoning is reticent in advance—but once inside, the slightest slide supplies sufficient chance to change your…
antique birds carry dreaming eggs, folded; gold has interred just kings. low mounds, never opened :: precious, quiet, richly solid things. under venerable wonder, xenophobic young zealots yearn, xerophilic, while virgins undulate through several revels. queenly paragons ordain new mantic levels; kin…
under walls as wide as wind, as tall as time, a s[t]inging storm surpasses the old sense of what we call sublime. a landslide leads unravelanche down into maelstromouth, its cataract[ion] cacophonous from summit to center, from native north to savage south.…
in my morning shower i discovered i’d a flower in my ear. it was tight so i said “bloom” but, drenched near drowned, this flower couldn’t hear. i set it out on my dresser to dry, and went about my day; when…
it would not be recognized by many in this day and this age. when the [one who would be] Fleet first saw it, he blinked, and slowly—not too slowly—turned the page. he read on for a measure, as much in ears as…