Making arrangements
Chris says I line everything up against the wall like I’m staging an execution. The other evening he walked through the front door, into the bedroom where I stood changing the duvet cover, and, coat still on, started picking up and moving things around on his dressertop with pronounced deliberation. “Breathing room!” he hollered dramatically, exhaled ...
Visions of piracy and profiteering
the prospect of rehabilitating a scourged plot of ground in New Detroit makes me feel weirdly giddy
seduced by the cute
target damages: ridiculous japanese cutopia socklets, buckets of unnecessary easter candy… can’t even recall what I initially went in for. apparently floyd is equally susceptible.
the cruel trickery of hothouses
in search of humble hardware, I’m seduced by riotous blooms
bas relief of home
I find it impossible to title posts before I’ve written them (titling poems is even harder– thinking up lines that might serve for titling is a doomed venture, viable poems seldom proceeding, yielding virtual drawers full of unused lines too singular to incorporate organically). typically I stumble over possible title words like gravel while drafting, ...