The Unraveling R&J II 1-2 After the paradox of the first act; where a holy palmer's kiss unravels the alphanumeric logic in meter; a boomerang effect’ takes place. In the second act of this tragedy: We have hair arrangements, turn... Continue Reading →
Shaken Caffeine makes my hands shake. Funny thing, since not much else Makes me tremble. Nothing else Even comes to mind. I don’t shake During scary movies, or when home Alone at night, or when he hits me. I didn’t... Continue Reading →
Dream Catchers These hairy, feathery, stringy things are supposed to catch my dreams, but I don’t believe it. I’ve hung them above my bed and inspected them carefully in the morning but I’ve never found a dream caught in them,... Continue Reading →
not quite out of sight since then we start again a dash a hiss a bit of us gets a grip someone else’s eyes to look into we stay up for sunrise from the landfill from the shore amongst the... Continue Reading →
Final Observation 1 There is no death for memories as long as they can be turned to stories 2 skin turns to things just recalled write down this which sticks out amidst ethers of numbness and forgetting sparks falling into... Continue Reading →
Our Old Man at the Piano Last year they put a piano in the Dartmouth ferry terminal. It is often left alone. It is often used by amateurs. However, there is a childsized man in his late 50s, early 60s,... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 