Digital Writ

a wasp nest revealed stupid me, I open the window one wakes up makes it into the room he’s been here for days now we’ve calmed down and resort to calling him “our little friend” starving, eyed by the cats they’re waiting for him to waiver they’ll catch him in their claws when he’s feeling…… Continue reading wasp visits

soreness in my shoulders like I’ve been carrying boulders I haven’t told her how I feel I begin to lose it first in my shoulders how they slump I’ve pulled something out of alignment they continue piling on assignments a sign meant for you to read it but you were careless so now soreness plagues…… Continue reading I mean, conversation

the sun is out finally and this is appropriate ’cause I was thinking all day I should get something to eat by taking a nice long walk through the neighborhood then I will stop starving myself and go for some chinese the sacatas rotate a nice sound

age is feeling me up something terrible overshadowing? overpowering bones broken lungs flicker oxygen intake I lift weight exercise my will to push back the death rate you hope you have enough for dinner today stretches out like elastic desert span starving fired evicted convicted waiting to be brought dinner and don’t we all want…… Continue reading age

what if I age like wine but don’t take time to drink wine? or take time not to drink wine? what then? what now? you open envelopes from the top I rip mine from the side pay check today bills tomorrow pains, bad news, mill mountain views another gallon of water she screams as she’s…… Continue reading kitchen knives

may you sleep well dreams not be turbulent push for peacefulness and settle down knowing you’re taking some good care careful and moving slow conscious short bedtime poems that even turn out the night-light so your eyes receive greater rest. tomorrow, again, you can exert yourself.

another register receipt gets torn in half and trashed in many pieces before dumpstered before I turn in for the night, before all is said and done, teeth sticking to the gums, shots fired, people fired, people tired, people expired. forestry greensboro lush abrupt visits to kill down sorrow alert at your neck or biting…… Continue reading hallways

lost pens return from sea my pants pockets

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

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…… Continue reading publishing ideas