“It’s impossible to have two parents who refuse to love you.” Tonight I watched The Secret Life of Bees. Today I also wrote a note to my cousin. She’s warded in hospital for anorexia and I wish I knew how to open up her fourteen year-old heart. She’s like your regular teen, except she has [...]
Category Archives: poetry
Our Lives As Filling Stations
Monday, July 12, 2010
Oh, but it is dirty! – this little filling station, oil-soaked, oil-permeated to a disturbing, over-all black translucency. Be careful with that match! Father wears a dirty, oil-soaked monkey suit that cuts him under the arms, and several quick and saucy and greasy sons assist him (it’s a family filling station), all quite thoroughly dirty. [...]
The Object Entries 3
Saturday, June 12, 2010
I HAVE A CRAZY Crazy love of things. I like pliars, and scisssors. I love cups rings and bowls – not to speak, of course, of hats. I love all thing, not just the grandest, also the infinite ly small- thimbles, spurs, plates, and flower vases. Oh yes. Amo las cosas loca, locamente. Ode To [...]
You, bastard!
Friday, June 11, 2010
The man bent over his guitar, A shearsman of sorts. The day was green. They said, ‘You have a blue guitar, You cannot play things as they are.’ The man replied, ‘Things as they are Are changed upon the blue guitar.’ And they said then, ‘But play, you must, A tune beyond us, yet ourselves, [...]
The Other Woman
Thursday, June 3, 2010
We use this book to prop up a light at the window display, not because it is not good, but because it has the potential to look salacious. Of course it is for sale. Ah, Love, you smell of petroleum and overwork with grease on your fingernails, paint in your hair there is a pained [...]
