The Invention of Sound

There is a place, beneath the rain, where red wild flowers grow It is a scheme, far from the scenes,…

Ipsum Forever

I’m reading John Keats. On the long drive home. From a faraway place. I come, closer.   The end of…

An Aside

I left the house the other day, just to get some fresh air for an hour or two. I went for a…

Go

My eyes are closed, and it’s dark, almost black. My head hurts from the night before, and I remember falling…

We’ll Talk Later

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded…

Frank O’Hara

A re-quote of Meditations. A used up personal improvement. I could mention Marcus Aurelius, or maybe even Proust. But, I…

Scene XV

I get up at around five in the morning, groggy, and unable to sleep. I head to kitchen to get…

Scene ZERO

Phantom sun impressions sighted in a box of fresh Polaroid’s taken earlier this week and left on someone’s bedroom floor.…