There’s a reaching – it’s reaching – I’m reaching & we’re stretched out together – through rain, through the grey, stretched in weather that cramps us in this current this, this furious nanomoment, this electrical activity, this rainbow fire, this
We Still Talk About You
This all starts with a small conversation about Something you forget, or never understand, but hear And then hum. You don’t understand the way you Usually understand, but something in conversation, Something in the talk between ourselves, Something in that
Two Deserts
1. Late July, and the desert sky has rained this morning. Running alongside the right bank of the tender river, Through its wet air, its moist breath, running Along the loam drifts and sand shore, through The fallen cottonwood leaves
Another Creature That Had Life In It But No Longer Exists
daft habits craft a man’s hand that tags clouds with mad plans. some random stab at transcending vanity, a forensics lab is a lens that refracts narrow bands of gas along electrum. stratified, lasts as long as a glance. whose?
Untitled #12
Jasper Johns believed in gray: “Black and white is very leading. It tells you what to say or do. The gray encaustic paintings seem to me to allow the literal quality of the painting to predominate over any of the
Dub – Notes – to Refrain (from Condition)
Elizabeth Guthrie lives in the ad hoc veritability of London, England. Researching poetic plays, she pulls riddled sassafras, jack-in-the-box discoveries from the phenomenon of language. Her poetic play Yellow and Red was published by Black Lodge Press in 2008; Between
Leaving the Matinee
Your life becomes the protagonist’s, anyone’s, and the shiny sealed package of story is yours, is slathered all over your shaved calves like sunless tanning cream, and you are walking, marching alone across a bridge into the sunset, really you
The Other Half
The hex rains down in vials tagged with its antidote: once you sip, the cure is in your hands. Therapy taught you that much, the common parcel of your affliction and its chemical-chatter prescription. A breakdown of youishness blends into
California Dreaming
Finally, after all these nights away, a dream coughed up the perfect metaphor: L.A. played on an IMAX screen and I sat in the theater. The control-box voice narrated smog like smog was a monarch butterfly on a filmstrip soundtrack.
Wallet
Live Capture Remix is a jazz quartet for voice consisting of three electronic musicians who take the words of one writer in real time (no samples) through a microphone, and together create unique improvisational sonic environments of word-music (tsunamis of