Category Archives: poetry

as Mr. Cat sashays his furry blurry bottom from side to side with twangy twat prancing mincing four-leg ponce fussy puss, you classy flounce don’t bare your dainty teeth at me, don’t hiss me a dream or spit a tear … Continue reading →

Ethan or maybe Josh, find him a posh agent and a publicist; but even on his own he’s a celebrity, will attract a grand fan base complete with groupies, transform into an Instagram star, an influencer. He will inspire a … Continue reading →

Is a shrouded ombre cumulus cloud Actually she is a theosophist I smelled her out immediately She stinks pink, that’s how I know Izzy comes from a crag-ridden Carpathian crow-infested city Or maybe not, maybe from the Andes (I really … Continue reading →

I don’t feel good, this sickness came on abrupt and sneaky. First, there was this little bump inconsequential stumpy lump that overnight blossomed. Second, I blame Miss Petunia Pain, queen of fever and just plain mean. Miss Petunia, I asked … Continue reading →

Crow is perched on the end of my bed, looking at me with black pricked eyes; his pickled feathers are glossamer as pitch but when he squawks all I do is shrug in blankety defense. I say, talk English, you … Continue reading →

When I wake up this morning Stumble shaky out of sheets, walk to the window Fog blanks out every view overnight icebergs have flowed close around can’t see beyond ten feet that is, I am swallowed whole by a stratus … Continue reading →

This is not a how-to manual even though my personal approach to heavy breathing eroticism is technical rather than spiritual. Isomorphic philosophy provides a poignant transformative framework which if properly crafted should result in orgasms that multiply like golden codfish … Continue reading →

hashtag world war #death of the Jews, #there is only love and death and this third thing which I cannot now remember. I won’t succumb to misery, misericord, mercy: #one point five million Jewish children died in the Holocaust Or … Continue reading →

when we lived in the woods and the baby was a baby the three of us plus a cat and blackish dog stayed Together in a shack bigger than a refrigerator box; at dusk we lit lamps, breakfast lunch and … Continue reading →

Quelle demoiselle the man next to me says. He keeps the rhythm with one hand, taps his foot. Want to dance? he asks me. I quake with passion unspooling. No, I say, I don’t dance, don’t think, don’t blink. I … Continue reading →