Monthly Archives: March 2013

shadow   what sound does foot’s shadow make when it kicks the can   what noise does can’s silhouette explain while in flight   or upon landing does it even whisper   — in the least   hollow — empty … Continue reading →

lines fade frieze in situ weathering elements   Nature’s own   eroding in time to a softer place   and face   movement only imaginary   as sharpness of line fades   edges blunted by time.   vcp  10 March … Continue reading →

scattered fragments   detritus, rubble, wreckage, shards and debris   membra disjecta — their forms   smaller parts severed from larger   from upheavals, quakes, rain, crushed, or just crumbled   mere gravel and dust   pellucid accretions   for … Continue reading →

free entertainment sleep gathers dreams aboard unbidden at whiles — the crazy ones sub rosa assignations of self in some other side different reality not mundane tingly lingering feelings colouring day’s procession into another night when they come once again … Continue reading →

tableau vivant   some looked over and through   some up some down   dressed alike could barely tell them apart   but for their singular gazes   event not unlike all the rest   just a day as many … Continue reading →

dance   on the way to a dance   all in sashay   grim as gravestone gay as a rooster at dawn   pert as a ruttin’ buck   goaded graveled — not his first waltz   alone with a … Continue reading →

blue porcelain bowl I am the blue porcelain bowl got in China — inside rim of my bottom ring is a chip only I know it’s there there was a defect in firing when I was made — left a … Continue reading →

not atall   words impaled on tabula rasa   turned pure white — scribbled   no longer blank not a bit of it   not atall   cooks cook milliners make lady’s hats   writers write just the way it … Continue reading →

moments   moments between things that happen   moments while things are happening   moments between moments   shorter than nanoseconds longer than days   where change happens   moments it takes for iron to get hot   pressing a … Continue reading →

ice blue eyes   I never knew her name I saw her once for a moment   — in a crowd   her face lost but my memory of it   I consider what happens to her —   ice … Continue reading →