Say for example, that you are a poet, and you want to write about a particular type of purple jellyfish washing ashore on the beaches of the Pacific Northwest of the United States of America. And this particular jellyfish has a perfect name… Velella Velella. A poets dream. Say it aloud…. Velella Velella. Romantic, yes? […]
Elk
Elk
if i could smell what you smell
be led by scent
down capricious highways
intrepid
forlorn
ALIVE
10 часов — Ten Hours
It takes ten hours to get desperately lost in Olshanka woods, and find yourself again.
Lose your grandmother where the chanterelle inlaid trail weaves among blueberry fields.
Let the marsh have your boot.
Sob, wail, whimper. Say farewell to your life of 14 years.
Correspondence
This is a strange time, is it not my Queen? With the valley shrouded in pooling fog, the days have darkened and the Elk have been proving themselves increasingly difficult to be tallied. Their hooves have forked in three directions: where the Root drinks from the Vein, where the Tongue burrows into sand, and where the Stones From Afar circle The Forest’s edge. [Read More]
Driving Without Using Brakes
Driving without using brakes
means skill to judge speed and distance,
sniff out five cars in front of you,
oncoming traffic
and your next move,
pace your 302 Mustang’s 5 liter engine,
bridle the GT steed smooth and firm,
gear down to stay in torque,
chrome tailpipes growl in sync. [Read More]
Gallery Song
Look what can happen with ceramic,
wood, and sea-tumbled stones;
with pigments and sand;
with fabric, glass, metal, and sun-dried kelp.
With words, fledged
in holy conversation.
Where I Live
Where I live
rivers rise
overwhelm
while rain presses
falling
calling
Be one with us
Be not dry.
[Read More]
To Whoever Corrects Current and Previous Addresses (true prose poem)
I have been cursed with a curse! You see, I found the rotten corpse of a horse that presumably floated across the Pacific Ocean from Japan on the beach a few days ago. I took a picture of it’s decomposing skin and pulled 2 teeth from its decrepit mouth (which required much effort to sever the fibrous flesh rooting the teeth to mandible; I had to use a sharp drift-wood-stick to cut the sinewy strands). [Read More]
Casa de la Paz
Por favor, tres a poniente
Y, camino de la luz.
The whale whisperer would
Like to be taken to
Casa de la Paz.
Art Show
Pick a medium, any medium.
Shuffle it with streamlined themes
and magic random thoughts.
Cut it, quick, whoever you are.
Now hide it from the pros
who’ve done every dream.
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