The Mind[less] Muse

Spoke too, Gone too soon.  Decubitus.  Succubus. Fuck you, bitch.  Trapped between two worlds, one all goddamnit & other polite an...

The Depth of Cold a wedge of rime on the sky this glacial sheet of stars where tossed paper napkins and a footprint coin snow pigeo...

Satisfying the Mittag-Leffler Condition If grandma gets a bedsore the best thing to put on it is a discernible cluster of shamanic metap...

Rising in the East Now that I am so very old I often think about being young A baby sometimes but mostly earlier And what it felt like...

Night Life A dark and diazepam night, when wake-time's saxatile, crawling out from under the rock and roll of an old picture show....

Last of the Summer Wine The silver bracelet around my wrist was forged from snakes and desert air. All around me figs and honey gather...

Despite My Best Efforts at Arriving Late to Every Meeting, There it Persists, A Fetal Clock Nascent in Me My hands like leaves, my 2 gen...