“Super-Woman,” “For Nay, Elizabeth Nay Williams,” and “Siamese Twins”

Super-Woman I found my mom in the kitchen cooking, she has spent a 5th of her life in the kitchen, if you thoroughly count all of the minutes; the…


“Of Amber Have You Heard?,” “The Weakness of the Ages,” and “Rakes and Reminiscences”

Of Amber Have You Heard? If that was your last sight… if she was your last view… it would also be your first. You could go, contented that you forced…


“A Discarded Cigarette,” “For Masha Bruskina,” “Claret Aphrodisiac,” and “For Natalie”

A Discarded Cigarette Yes she said, to my offer of a drink as if a shallow tribute Or token was needed for my eyes to wander over her sculpted form…


“Visiting London for the First Time,” “Bringing London Home,” and “The London Notes”

Visiting London for the First Time London is, An adorable, Jack Russell mix, At the, Rescue shelter, She had, Been put, In a, Remote area, London…


“Make Business Out of Lonely Business,” “A Brief History of a Festival Now Questioned,” “Serpent God Makes This World,” and Other Poems

make business out of lonely business open mouth wide, that hole from which all the world’s great blood extends & extrudes forth from birth,…


“Conscience v. Science,” “Does it Matter, a Time Lord as a Bum,” and “‘Afri-Rhea'”

Conscience v. Science This experience that we call life, is a little too complex to end with death; A cycle of forgotten rebirths, we flow…


Early 2022 Ramblings

I should have killed myself so long ago, but what's the point in suicide? It must remain the privilege of gods and monsters, and though a weirdo and…


“Cruising Along Carroll Avenue,” “Words of Gratitude,” and “On Writing”

Cruising Along Carroll Avenue Going to get a haircut, Cruising along, Carroll Avenue, Downtown, Terrific weather, A morning of reading, And……


“Capital Punishment,” “Inspector Frederick George Aberline Reminisces about Jack the Ripper,” “13 Ways of Killing a Raccoon,” and Other Poems

Capital Punishment When they found her she was near a culvert, street smart no more, and though it was cold rigor mortis had not set in. A dark sedan…


“Look on My Works, Ye Mighty, and Despair” and “What Happens in Vagus; or, How I Spent My Third Lockdown”

Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair I was sat with my back to the side of a hot pan Chaffing at the heels, with warm scents in my hair…