Tag Archive: art

Born to be Wild

against steel highways crossing over prairie land and unto the bleak western sunlight i rear the skull-topped bike o Bessy and rev up pumping to 80 before pushing on the rusted throttle dreadlocks… Continue reading

Stormy Weather

A gray shawl hugging my body: Click. The tight-knitted crowd of interlocked hands and legs and feet and heads and sweet promises of nothing and dear darlings and discarded flowers under a child’s… Continue reading

Theme from New York, New York

Rolled up the last pair of stockings and ballet shoes tucked snugly, hair bunned up, as mother stands by the door. She hugs and whispers best of luck — now, trekking down the… Continue reading

I Got Rhythm

I got my two feet: Dancing to the waves Pulping energy. And let the stores creak Under the bastions As we tap through them. Help the colors bloom Go smile and ask them… Continue reading


The book does not end on its close; on its final period on its final page: the book rolls over its spine unto its cover and rewrites; mixing the hard font of the… Continue reading

Let’s Call the Whole Thing Off

I promised her I’d bring home the purple curtains on my way home. When I got home, she greeted me with a soft kiss on my cheek. She’d been curled up sick the… Continue reading


The vans, crowded with sleeping mats and hand fans, as the whole family zooms to the city, closing their store for a day, to shove through the extended queue of immigration: the children… Continue reading


(n) (1) Acing an exam never studied for while everyone else failed. (2) A tagged photo of your ex and she’s fat. (3) A cute young acquaintance kisses your cheek goodbye on a… Continue reading

Swinging on a Star

Homo sapiens Logic vs irrationality Ignorance Self-awareness Great big wars Political correctness Evolving into Anti-civilization Snapping Shoelaces removed Electric therapy Buses an hour late Cults Dyslexic textbooks Ironic dreams Failure Technosorcery Invincible chocolate… Continue reading

Theme from Shaft

I am daylight’s best kept secret, my professional masks, as the city crosses around me; and crash as to don me my leather jack and recyclable notepads. ——————- This is the 100 Songs… Continue reading