there are no shortcuts for me

I am trying to catch water from the faucet to see the things the city said would hurt me. Mostly without looking, mostly keeping myself occupied until the room gets cold and the wall starts humming from the people next door. What is the use in describing? There is no fami...

ST. LOUIs I LOVE YOU

lucky to have the lasts at all

there is a shape of eight, specific and when i’m there no time at all has passed

I had a dream where I lost a tooth and I bled all over my grandmother’s hands. When I woke up, there was money under my pillow. I don’t remember how much. The guy doing card tricks in the park asked me to think of a number. He pulled out the wrong one from his deck and I ...

rest in peace to the old world

October 20-23 stuff envelopes with poesía basura address stamps bla bla bla mail to my new collectors save trash for poetry is trash workshop unpack suitcases from Mexico repack suitcases for SF and Oakland print poem for reading practice poem for reading print workshop workshee...

thoughts for m to bookmark: rites of passage irreversible process vs reversible process chemical vs mechanical change rite of passage as irreversible or reversible? as mechanical or chemical?

save these memories before I delete them

meaning destroyed by the act of analysis

people come and they just rob u

air drying your clothing is the secret to happiness

the porch at the edge of the rock

currently responsible for the music :0

st. louis i love u

6am again, becoming a habit?

stone field of scarlett sunrising bed of standup bass orange werelight on the time machine pushing forward eroding and drying the magma this wisdom is given so freely blissed and loud he plays again, and again, and twelve or so times i’m so honored i’m so honored to be apart

the magic box you had to open

bless the fruit flies fuck the fruit flies

write a poem in my torquoise notebook place a bug on my eyelid so many things i overlook the gold of a tigers eye finds me in a plastic wrapper i make life an enthusiastic matter

The diary is the log of her journey through the labyrinth of the self, of her effort to find, and to define, the woman Anaïs, the real and the symbolic one who balances “between” action and contemplation, involvement and self-preservation, emotion and intellect, dreams and realit...

instead of taking the train home today I will take it past my station and all the way up north and go on the swings

serenity

a surprise is exactly how

hey, gnasher! hey, dog! hey, wolf, holld him, holld him! cattle are the only hedgecutters [he] relaxed, a little, in the laconic style of chipping off his pronouns, and auxiliary verbs were you asked carried away bodily the air swarmed with catherines the first of the seventy fir...

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good morning river

did i ever

i winked and you missed it

when does the kneecap stop catching up?

in stroking the now empty j. alexandra phalanxes, “the civilized are so accustomed to falsity that they practice it even in those circumstances when they would like to practice truthfulness.” i hate them as i hate sex, / the man’s mouth / sealing my mouth, the man’s / paralyz...

there’s good news tonight

penny general

sex, / having outlived every threat, will gratify / only the mind, which is where it will exist t.k. smith sun split like spun the water drives a wedge / of iron through the iron edge ac- cident—lack m. moore lure no thing. it will leave you stunned. g. calvocoressi

there are no shortcuts for me

I am trying to catch water from the faucet to see the things the city said would hurt me. Mostly without looking, mostly keeping myself occupied until the room gets cold and the wall starts humming from the people next door. What is the use in describing? There is no fami...

ST. LOUIs I LOVE YOU

lucky to have the lasts at all

there is a shape of eight, specific and when i’m there no time at all has passed

I had a dream where I lost a tooth and I bled all over my grandmother’s hands. When I woke up, there was money under my pillow. I don’t remember how much. The guy doing card tricks in the park asked me to think of a number. He pulled out the wrong one from his deck and I ...

rest in peace to the old world

October 20-23 stuff envelopes with poesía basura address stamps bla bla bla mail to my new collectors save trash for poetry is trash workshop unpack suitcases from Mexico repack suitcases for SF and Oakland print poem for reading practice poem for reading print workshop workshee...

thoughts for m to bookmark: rites of passage irreversible process vs reversible process chemical vs mechanical change rite of passage as irreversible or reversible? as mechanical or chemical?

save these memories before I delete them

meaning destroyed by the act of analysis

people come and they just rob u

air drying your clothing is the secret to happiness

the porch at the edge of the rock

currently responsible for the music :0

st. louis i love u

6am again, becoming a habit?

stone field of scarlett sunrising bed of standup bass orange werelight on the time machine pushing forward eroding and drying the magma this wisdom is given so freely blissed and loud he plays again, and again, and twelve or so times i’m so honored i’m so honored to be apart

the magic box you had to open

bless the fruit flies fuck the fruit flies

write a poem in my torquoise notebook place a bug on my eyelid so many things i overlook the gold of a tigers eye finds me in a plastic wrapper i make life an enthusiastic matter

The diary is the log of her journey through the labyrinth of the self, of her effort to find, and to define, the woman Anaïs, the real and the symbolic one who balances “between” action and contemplation, involvement and self-preservation, emotion and intellect, dreams and realit...

instead of taking the train home today I will take it past my station and all the way up north and go on the swings

serenity

a surprise is exactly how

hey, gnasher! hey, dog! hey, wolf, holld him, holld him! cattle are the only hedgecutters [he] relaxed, a little, in the laconic style of chipping off his pronouns, and auxiliary verbs were you asked carried away bodily the air swarmed with catherines the first of the seventy fir...

register

good morning river

did i ever

i winked and you missed it

when does the kneecap stop catching up?

in stroking the now empty j. alexandra phalanxes, “the civilized are so accustomed to falsity that they practice it even in those circumstances when they would like to practice truthfulness.” i hate them as i hate sex, / the man’s mouth / sealing my mouth, the man’s / paralyz...

there’s good news tonight

penny general

sex, / having outlived every threat, will gratify / only the mind, which is where it will exist t.k. smith sun split like spun the water drives a wedge / of iron through the iron edge ac- cident—lack m. moore lure no thing. it will leave you stunned. g. calvocoressi