everyone slept with inventoried. tax-deductible receipts across a table or these 1908 pictures of fire-scarred folded trees from explosion of comet as proof collisions occur; an event we point at with mental fingers as cause to be hellbent to detect
Pornography
the avocado seeds planted in the yard die else don’t have patience to grow trees. I think a person cuts my yard. the sound believed to be a weedwhacker is not a song or bird or hand on my neck
Suburban Love Song
Suddenly you realize you’re in the middle of it and it’s heartbreaking. You receive a telephone call from yourself in the future telling you to run. All I want to know is if you’re mad at me. If I could,
Wetlands
Every time I devise a plan, I realize it’s going to fail the moment I enact it. I think I’m in love with you but I don’t think you’re in love with me. I like walking with you across the
Family Feud
Quilting a flower is easy. When beating someone with a musical instrument, never underestimate the piccolo. It’ll surprise you. I used to have imaginary conversations all night long with women I loved. The next morning was depressing. It’s the typical
From “The Japan Project”
When I was three we lived in a Japanese village outside Misawa A.F.B. An earthquake that was over eight on the Richter scale damaged our water lines, so my family used the local public baths. What I remember is that
FROM Pavilions
In search of protein, I city, I clop. How to stop each day from being a when & a soon. Flowers carted flower-side down. What part stem is flower. What part bud cowers to its scent. I cannot do with
The Anesthesiologist: A Poetic Play
Included beneath the poetic play is a conversation between the author, Jefferson Navicky, and Human Company, discussing the possibility of staging a work such as this. Characters: She: 22-30 year-old girl, (dressed in jeans and hooded sweatshirt, alternating with a
FROM Re-cycle (Coat/ Verb/ Touch)
“and who she is and he/are templates” LISA FISHMAN Refined: zygote wood becomes chair or trinket. Limbs for forging. Flip a sea toward the dry and stash away switchblades waves corrupt the sea with was her suggestion. Pesos like moats
Claw and Ale
Mr. Thom Wallace and so-and-so Bird behind the Virgin with the rusted neck and the carmine blemish. Mary before juniors and sons. Mary against a periwinkle sky. Mary, watch over him. Thom Wallace. Ace of walls, lace law, hot mm-oth.