*** Odysseus’s Dog   After his long exile I saw Odysseus Pat Argus’s head Once young A fleet-footed hunter Now infested, matted His bed a du...

A Sorta Sonnet for Beth Gibbons (Portishead) Not like the other melancholy folk, Sonic Saraswati super-wahing;  Harmonium moon bruises hiss ...

I have learned not to toy with their patience. This job instills a constant truth and a self-imposed isolation. Chased and chastised are the...

Every day, for hours, for miles, there is reassurance that this  position--criminal in the eyes of your apprentice, who never takes up your ...

Backed in a corner love a fragment scattered plans One toothbrush left  in the glass another hiding waiting for the bomb the next explosion ...

welcome to paul’s tavern where wanting  our collective demise to coincide and collide anchored to the end of the world at large  and meet ex...

in out about another day of centrifugal do and doubt at home in town going down. so out the sun like some great worshipped one looks on this...