Narrative Paralysis

An appetizer for infinitehaiku vol 3 and other surprises this slick mud on my good shoes ruins the rug singing like birds only not in any ke...

any sound at all/we have no luxury to picky/out here/where noise is absolute/indefinite silence/uncontrollable, shrill shrieks clamoring to ...

out in flux and i don't know what i'm so good for really, not any time soon, maybe even, anymore. spent newspaper in the rain ink ru...

the way your hand connected with his face was the sound of  cackling electric tension wires doing their best cicada impression. all the hair...

  world of updates: 1. Crying Heart Press will be putting out my Chapbook "something something something survival" on Friday, Janu...

holding firm means holding out on everything i hold dear to me. near, enough. little sequences and affirmations conveyed through the various...

rankled by these everyday disappointments. i take any excuse to let my opinion flow, to wither the good flowers on a verdant vine. lush vege...

cylindrical shapes, in place, out of the scope, in vain, we are processing. deep thoughts, etc. deep  water, and so on. anon, so forth go wi...

little do /you/ know how exhausted i've  made                                   made                                                    ...

i remain up and down unphased by the flow of air and the miracle of space. here we are, right where we were placed, with no accounting for w...

 license to old, weather-worn socks. these were the best pair—slid right on and off—knew the feet. mine, yours, equal opportunity warmth and...

the one/able to assemble/infernal songs for the faithless/jams for the unheralded, the unwilling/found in devotionals/top 40 salt in the wou...

little habits become broken lifelines and irregular trails of breadcrumbs devoured by the thieving rodents. and we are circling the big rock...

  end of a line. i hate when people use “for” as a clause  starter. we are not serious people. stop pretending. end of a line. just say it, ...

  growl forever into oblivion we are freed from obligation  duty bound to our vices. excess. drink from the skull of plenty. one soul in exh...