Falling and flailing, it seems wildly, but, in fact its what we’re programmed to do when we’re falling. I can feel the jet streams taking me, not unlike a leaf. I was in the clouds, but now I’m falling and the mantra in my head: trust the ground. This happens every time I’m falling like…
Peel the Skin
If when the skin peels away you bleed orange slices and mango sweat, then you’ve been spending too much time with the clouds. If, however, you find the image of a snake, or other cold-blooded reptile you might look in a mirror to find the septuagenarian you staring back at you— this is when the…
Yips and Slips
While you slip into sleep the dog yips, from dreams he dreams halfway across the room. Spiders spill out your ears. While you half-think the dreams your dog dreams, he yips and you slip. After reading Takashi Hiraide’s For the Fighting Spirit of the Walnut… and dozing in the afternoon heat.
Body as Garden
With Swollen heart and sunken chest, Beleaguered palpatations Prop up this mess. Caustic conditioning causes Apertures of bile Erodes intestines and Aerates the soil, Composting Coffee grounds and Soy paste meatpatties. There are no Monarchs In this garden.
ℑ Tonight I walked the dog at around 9 o’clock. I ran into the three Weird Sisters, who wobbled and ached, they spoke of recent doctor’s visits in between long periods of silence. Our dogs sniffed, then growled and barked. I mumbled something, but in my mind I was extremely witty and congenial. We pulled…