The microwave reads twelve thirty,
in one minute it will read twelve thirty
plus one more,
unmindful, it will flicker
again, passing through uncertainty to
register twelve thirty-two,
by which time my plastic halo
will have puffed its cheeks and,…
When I was born she wailed
unceasingly in the cot beside me,
wet and indignant from her clumsy birth
through public schools, and
leather couches around the globe,
her rubber-band mouth sucked meal from the tits
of movie theatres and …
on the corner resides Rose;
tongue severs
passing thorns, inside
she fingers petals,
recalls stuttered springs,
a daring breath beneath
threadbare sheets.…
Some of you may know this already, but I’m involved in helping out around the place for an e-zine called Soundzine. You might guess from the title, but Soundzine is an audio-based e-zine that brings together poets, authors, playwrights, …
He leans where legs would splinter,
eyes easy on passing peons,
but for dark blue armour,
creased and rusted with mustard
stains, smile would slip
apologies or accusations
at the ash in his hair,
the tape on his glasses.
Old …