Friday, April 29, 2016


Our world is made of stories. She never Got to be taken away carried in strong arms Like that. But to where and now? Before the show is the best living. Then after isn't really there. Isn't that What they call transformation? Or just More information? See that tree?

Thursday, April 28, 2016


She loves the show Can't wait until the next Episode. I tried watching Too. The plans. The teams. The game. The island. Clowns are the ones laughing In the face of annihilation. Count them. Ninety-nine. How come they hate vegetation And all curling vines? I spent the night flat on my back Trying to figure it all out. Un Tangling it. Jealousy? Too easy. Hate? Too easy. Love? Absurd.

Wednesday, April 27, 2016


The bear disappears into the river becoming something else and there's also the part about Sylvia Plath and her tone which nobody exactly tackles in the open. It is taking shape but maybe too fanciful. There is no cave in the story but you know. I think we're moving into one soon. Out of the cathedral tower (bank). Walking away quickly would be the best way of saying.

Tuesday, April 26, 2016

History's Deepest Secrets

The pioneers dug their own graves. Who left you alone? We undid the gate before the ram could get out. The stones seemed to all have faces. Trees whispered secrets to their vampire helpers. Nome's melting streets. Always thought the Middle Ages too long. Did you come back on your own or were you returned?

Monday, April 25, 2016

So Far

Find out when you will fly and I'll meet you there same tree same time our best so forget any glitches wind will be in our favor we've managed this so far. That's what the night is for. Forgetting takes practice because buildings can often look the same.

Saturday, April 23, 2016

This Is How

This is how I always remember her face fresh away rubble dust desperate looking disappointed and not the crone she has become free from that war except every day calling her sisters discussing details curly shavings from wood soft splinters showing themselves as fingers on hands knobby knuckles not fitting into mouths long ago forgetting about the bodies more about what they did and how it passed. Lots of grandchildren and now they barely visit never asking about it at all. Just as well those days are over busy forgetting.

Friday, April 22, 2016