Old May Values Under Threat Tribute and homage as the 19th century, the dead and graves, no escape, Frank Winters and his staccato rhythms firing, talking poetry and his mother with all who will listen. Never done, never enough, head … Continue reading →
Walpurgis Night Diaspora of the valuable, suffused now everywhere with hands and eyes, high and low roving. A gang of the good well armed for holy change. Dollars and scent of camphor and incense, incest and clubbings. The night is … Continue reading →
Olive Obituary See us leaving the mountain With empty hands.
Continue reading →Meek Stamped of the Undertow Stampede of the noun tied down, bright dancer, woman, black, native, poor and young, left from nuance, incarcerated, eviscerated animal. How percolate the story through beach sands and wind.Yogi in his breath with his picnic basket and … Continue reading →
A host gathers easily these days. There are so many people. A few die each day. A host gathers easily these days.
Continue reading →Bludgeoned, marooned on hot sand sifting. Grey matter intimacies. Flat earth prognosticators at the rostrum of public desire. Sanguine, unbeleivable orgy of the senses in the dark feeling In the gritty sand of splintered corners. Task at hand in the … Continue reading →