it is strange to me she said that they always look at our eyes the cat the dog how they know you have them she said even ants he said when they stop where they’re going where ever it is and you know they understand you have eyes and that’s where they find you she […]
if I eat another raisin I’ll burst as the clouds rolled in slowly to the east of Panama City electric blueberries bursting on the fringes and what we took for booms might have been house walls crumbling around the perfectly good plumbing it was silly to watch her eat raisins and say things like if […]
everywhere they built little americas because as Anne said we don’t like much else the Texan knew that to know food the eater must divide the plate into its parts. It’s hard work. On one side of the plate he piled the noodles and from this start point the plate became a world, an experiment. […]
it had to be illusion something, as they say, attributable to the weirding weather Texas drought or some asofyettobe-calculated algorithm of formal space a discoloration, a warp of natural fabrics, nitrogen and oxygen Aprilfooling in May but in a window square of gray Saturday sky a crack or hole emerged opened wider and wider with […]
birds and water are drawn from lines say from a lookout in the desert where the smoke still can be seen rising, see it as lines you can dig for fish bones in the sand and find them fully dressed and sharp hot as the bottom of a furnace and wonder where it should follow […]
in the court below the blackwings turned to paper and then she opened her eyes and saw that it was true Paznan flicked an orange peel and told her it would be so and so it was but not really, an image after blinkingfast and after being spacked in the head with the broadside of […]
until the storm hit and our hands parted remembering how I used to think about the boy who posted his Ciudad Juarez sister nearby the car saying “five dollars American” and we thought about it and wondered if the boy would watch now it’s something quaint in the hard wind as a break of siding […]
I knew a man who wore the little and big veins, his arteries too on the outside of the skin spanish he was but spoke Chinese to the shop people, teachers, and politicians, the big politicos who we knew disposed of people, leaving them little more than blackening feculence under dumpsters and the larger turtles […]
in pearlwhite blossoms I saw a spider eye and the universe turned red suns for taking hang low from hillside trees, reach- ing, I take your hand
The poetry teacher told us to make our poems modern so to use words like radioactive and sex (as every modern knew about this) and chrome and catastrophe and computer and rising water line we asked him why chrome and not steel and he told us that we should never take things that didn’t belong […]
the end of the world and the beginning of everything else when Cruz opened the door he saw a man holding a flower in a little white cup, and Cruz asked him who and what are you and the small skeletoned man with the flower in his cup said he couldn’t remember his name and […]
I’m looking forward to this summer’s 100 Days writing, reading, view et cetera. You can find info about the project here. Here’s the new description The 2011 100 Days Projects is going to play things somewhat looser this summer than in the past. What do we mean by this: 2008 saw a collaboration between Carianne […]
John, Carianne, and I are currently thinking about the 100 Days 2011 kickoff. Those people interested will learn lots in the next few days, as things will be finalized by Monday, May 10th. The emphasis this summer will be on collaboration rather than on “following” any particular artist. Look forward to a message in the […]
August 29, 2010 – 11:45 am
How might everything end? What would you do if you came to the end of everything, which is the title of a fiction written by a good friend of mine several years ago? In this fiction, the writer tried to describe the end of everything. He asked people: “Describe the end of everything. What do […]
August 28, 2010 – 10:19 am
In these times of recession, you know how tough things can get. One day you’re project manager. The Firm for which you’ve worked several years is an inspiration and clever. Then one day you find yourself slicing a pea into sections with the sharpest knife you have and eating each sliver as the rain falls, […]
