small, cramped apartment (written and read at tonight’s poetry reading)

trying to make sense of our place in this world, wondering if we should express ourselves explain ourselves by giving ourselves a label or name tag, like devout fanatical christian or absolute flaming fag. just to stir things up a bit, wouldn't that be great if you could put that down on your resume? interest …

publishing ideas

found a single copy of my old book in the closet tonight, Love The Wooden Gun, collected poems '92 - '95. sitting in my chair I realized I should recoup this digitally into a PDF format, as well as a few other old chap books from that period, and dub them "Early Writings." keep your …

some haiku

so close to death each word on the switch of the electric chair you suffer so I have learned calmly to absorb your screams bowing deeply everything before me thanking with my eyes air conditioner cradled in kitchen window kitten's healthy teeth finger runs across sentences as a guide toil information aged sea shell ocean …