In the early dark before dawnI awake with a dreary feelingof death dripping from my eyelids.I sit up in bed and listento the echoes of oblivionhaunt my room. The emptinessof

Continue readingTuesday Poem: The Ultimate Return

To think that I was once a germ of lightin the belly of another being,and that this fact is unremarkablein the vast plod of human existence, renders me heavy with

Continue readingMonday Poem: Mother’s Day Unsonnet

All my friends are finding new beliefs.This one converts to Catholicism and this one to trees.In a highly literary and hitherto religiously-indifferent JewGod whomps on like a genetic generator.Paleo, Keto,

Continue readingFriday Poem: All My Friends Are Finding New Beliefs

Things are growing strange these days,like Van Gogh’s yellow trees. Oh, do notbe surprised by these yellow immensities,how out of proportion things in the pictureseem. What you see in a

Continue readingThursday Poem: Avenue of Plane Trees

By Pablo Neruda: Mondays are meshed with Tuesdaysand the whole week with the whole year.Time cannot be cutwith your exhausted scissors,and all the names of the dayare washed out by

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