Solitaries A half-golden window. Lined, shadow-speckled The gray corona’s eye lay, paling at the sill There must have been roaches, cicadas, air, squirrels, Oriels and ants almost dancing to breezes. … more →
Nina Alvarezphantomcity wrote 9 months ago: Solitaries A half-golden window. Lined, shadow-speckled The gray corona’s eye lay, paling at the sil … more →
phantomcity wrote 9 months ago: 2.14.09 etre-vouloir-dire To be tired; tied to oblivion. To be outfoxed by mediocrity. Seduced by la … more →
phantomcity wrote 10 months ago: Waste is not possible Like molding bread What we do not eat we are not fed Choose large portions mor … more →
phantomcity wrote 10 months ago: Orange At the beginning of my life, all dwelt in orange. I swear the womb, my first room, my mother, … more →
phantomcity wrote 11 months ago: It’s because of the Colesseum of class of certain phrases and fixed looks. It’s because … more →
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phantomcity wrote 12 months ago: Prometheus: Behind the Music Prometheus loved the afternoon and took his drink with goat meat then. … more →
phantomcity wrote 1 year ago: Something new. A little video lesson on Not Overthinking the Process of writing and publishing. Let … more →
phantomcity wrote 1 year ago: 1998-2008 From time to time i took a poem and made it into origami it was folded and i creased a lon … more →
phantomcity wrote 1 year ago: a kind of love that would have done well on a farm in Minnesota: Protestant, judging, held back with … more →
phantomcity wrote 1 year ago: Just as my time in Europe was drawing to a close, I quit my job. It was a leap into the void that I … more →
phantomcity wrote 1 year ago: It is strange to think, As I had not thought before, About what I’ve sacrificed to be who I am About … more →
phantomcity wrote 1 year ago: Anselm Kiefer The woman thinks of Straw, ash, clay, lead, and shellac the milky dust that clings t … more →
phantomcity wrote 1 year ago: Aubade: Lake Erie When sun, light handed, sows this Indian water With a crop of cockles, The vines a … more →
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phantomcity wrote 1 year ago: A blog is a terrible thing. You think it would quench the thirst for real publication, but it doesn … more →
phantomcity wrote 1 year ago: When a Woman Loves a Man When she says margarita she means daiquiri. When she says quixotic she mean … more →
phantomcity wrote 1 year ago: The eyes of the man who loves me seek in the dark while I sleep gently. What rain I am waiting for, … more →