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all night grocery

instead of the sex talk
I play for my boys
a song
that says
fuck
while they
bleep themselves
into the seeing
of a thing… 53 more words

sketching on Portobello Road//the clock// is body-less

.
time’s measured in a thin line on a cat’s back
we sit on the floor//sketching on location

“what’s the difference?” she asks
“you could take a photo, draw at home–” 298 more words

Poetry

aside

we recorded, badly, birdsong.

we lit sparingly.

we scissored
cloth
for puppet
rain.

we asked
was having
a boy
the trap
we’d set
for the wonder… 11 more words

Verse and the Unsaid

For as much fiction as I read, I still return to poetry. Like the elliptical orbit around a star, poetry can remain in the distance for long stretches of time, but soon enough I pick up a collection and start reading. 231 more words

Writing

shame retrospective

our neighbors have gone underground. I hear beneath me the beatings my son wants to answer. there is no way to keep quiet but alas we are addicted to betterment. 96 more words

When is a haiku not a haiku?

When it’s a senryu! Although haiku and senryu are closely related, distinguishing between them is tricky.

In an earlier blog entry, I posted the following poem: … 412 more words

Haiku / Senryu

first come

as I am not haunted by the tormented shallow,
I am not afraid. a jump scare
does nothing
for depression’s
heartbeat.
memories of abuse
are not… 27 more words