Everything must rhyme today, for everything has a beat. Much too much walking astray, and too much time on feet.… more →
ScrivnerJai Britton wrote 1 month ago: Everything must rhyme today, for everything has a beat. Much too much walking astray, and to … more →
Jai Britton wrote 1 month ago: Laden is an inert verb when laid upon your back, the eaves trough, a pine branch. Always it implies … more →
Jai Britton wrote 4 months ago: The story of his life is the story of mine. -Anne Sexton “The Legend of the One-Eyed … more →
Jai Britton wrote 6 months ago: the wee children screeching in the summer woods doesn’t end under nightly nine. that’s when the zom … more →
Jai Britton wrote 8 months ago: As waves pounding this shore of unrelenting mountain, foothill and field I am the valley reciprocate … more →
Jai Britton wrote 9 months ago: I don’t have the feeling I have been here before but I have been land before. Cactus spine, my seei … more →
Jai Britton wrote 10 months ago: The guy next to me on the train is listening to Nirvana and sticking out his chin in time to the bas … more →
Jai Britton wrote 11 months ago: Teenagers are nectarines who think they are peaches without the fuzz. Love is a blackberry that bu … more →
Jai Britton wrote 1 year ago: even if you’re paramount. What am I saying about myself if I have to bribe you to consider I’m wort … more →
Jai Britton wrote 1 year ago: It is too cold for frogs to jump in September, for pussy willows to show their fuz … more →
Jai Britton wrote 1 year ago: Preceding the spontaneous flop of the season, it is the intent of movement. It is no meditation, no … more →
Jai Britton wrote 1 year ago: write as if it may cure the hide and seek to find that nothing WRITE! cannot again be wrong numb … more →
Jai Britton wrote 1 year ago: And so it has come to this – where everything is equal the lights the darks the delicates and … more →
Jai Britton wrote 1 year ago: I admit it. I saw The New Yorker in his bio and thought, jeezus pleasus and other Latin phrases. It … more →
Jai Britton wrote 1 year ago: Invasion was more of a delusion, a side-stepping of a dream of meaning, of dire fire-building on … more →
Jai Britton wrote 1 year ago: Curiousities run jack-rabbittoward those who have settled as saltupon your sooted tongue. My niches … more →
Jai Britton wrote 2 years ago: We looked in all the rooms, and they were all crowded for every time we moved we became the crowded … more →
Jai Britton wrote 2 years ago: Where else can you go and get artichoke spread on a wafer-thin crisp or a 12 berry blend on a corner … more →
Jai Britton wrote 2 years ago: It was nothing interesting. The conversation. Not interesting. Even though it was full of books, g … more →