From the Pound Cantos: CENTO XXX I cannot make it cohere abovethe cigar butts, against thisblackness. Here error is allin the not done, what followswithin & persistently, funda-mentals in critical moments.These stones we built on toput land back under tillage, … Continue reading
We / feel cooler / in dry air Parts of the morning collidewith the eventual winner of the home & away series.Not much is left. A few shards cause craters in the eyes, a part-pennant does pennance as it wraps … Continue reading
Eventually Acrobats abound on the benchesof the transit lounge. Everyoneelse is staying clear, washing theirhands in rosewater or anointingtheir brows with the blood ofpygmy possums. Curtains aredrawn across the picture wind-ows, dampening down the noise of luggage trolleys, keeping outthe … Continue reading
Interaction is crucial The most elegant inter-pretation of quantummechanics states thatmacrophages are re-quired for a parallelreality to exist; & thatcan only happen ifzebrafish are the sole peer-reviewed speciesallowed to be taken outof captivity to becomean accepted model forneuropsychiatric studiesinto tissue … Continue reading
Making The van brakes, but at a lessfrantic pace. That’s what lifeis like in lockdown. Differentuses though the same materialsprovided. Now we make single-serve liturgies of cryogenic icecream; filled loosely, uncompacted. She calmed down after he’d fini-shed talking. The photographer’sshadow … Continue reading
A line from Catherine Deneuve I live way out. It gets realquiet. Little random adjust-ments have been made tokeep me there, & filmed in one continuous shot. Peoplein these small municipalitiesoften pass the time in strangemixes of activities — juggling … Continue reading
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Guernica Blood. Chaos. Remorse. I rememberIt was a sunny bright day andI wore a yellow shirtwith princess Belle imprinted on it. “Catch me if you can!”“Vroom Vroom”“CRASH” “Rinse with water!” She screamed in pain.“Be quiet, don’t tell mom! It’s going to be ok.”She held back her tears. Blood showered the bathroom sink.I tried to rinse it offbut the splattered blood driedGravity pulled hard on my chest. “I don’t know what to do.”“Can you resist the pain?”She shrieked as the water pricked her scars The ambulance came.All eyes glared at me.What have I done? Now I have outgrown my yellow Belle shirtBut that stain of blood on it,had not been erased. The contract says: Perhaps in the future we will all be one When you come, bring your brown-ness so we can be sure to please The publishers. Share and … Continue reading
All the time thinking, he paced back-and-forth-back-and- forth-back-and-forth. Was determined to find who was doing it. The same thing every fucking day! The first skid mark always saying, Fuck, the second always saying, you, the third always saying, Fitton. His … Continue reading
Spiced lentil soup I am in awe when Marie video calls me. She lives about four hours away in the car. Yesterday, she showed me the old trees in the deer park. The gnarly oaks have been there far longer … Continue reading