Magus Flower

what pacifying thoughts

2009-05-29T10:43:00.001-04:00

what pacifying thoughts cricket and bookend your days?
i can mimic the smoothness of rocks licked flawless by mouthing waters -
it takes little effort when you know your race and pit crew,
but fleshes are more expensive day by day.
i lack the patience most mothers have, getting itchy for conclusions quickly;
fear is an industry in my country - what better candidate consumer than i?
lie your head by my body, if only to confirm my pulse and beating heart before it drifts
off to death-land, to the places where people give up.

mirandas and marigolds

2009-05-29T10:42:00.001-04:00

pretty juniper, how do you permit purples,
and how are you disgusted by me?

I pick these unaccompanied mirandas and all the marigolds needed
for a crown of orange sunbursts fit for a king,
and lie awake under starbursts and a mirroring moon,
knowing these occasions are minute, fleeting.

I am at home in Ohio when the maple leaves open their palms to wrap me in the hands of trees
and movement of sky.
this earth holds and turns -
pretty papers, lanterns, linens,
coffee mugs, pens -
all our human trap held in these things.

I am less concerned now that the oak and tulip trees are black against their leaves
in the dampness of spring
although I still get the urge, the itch, that this is not all there is.

shark and seal

2009-05-29T10:41:00.000-04:00

I want to be your appetite:
at this time of year we feast on each other.
we pass our cups of wine that know our lips aggressively,
and pass our blushes each to cheek.

You’re shark and seal,
tectonic, victorian, and mute.

i'm a duck

2009-05-29T10:40:00.000-04:00

All your peasant attitudes and peasant soups
escalate and heighten my senses,
particularly my scent and smell
and incertitude.

A molecule, a face
a chance you won’t ever see turquoise in water.
Your composite resolution suggests you love what you see in me -
blonde hairs, bitten, swollen lips.
Our contract is based on this, and it’s loose as fog.

I’m a duck floating atop a yellow river
and my webbed and orange feet paddle quiet bubbles
that churn and carbonate what’s flat.

This is all audible, assuming one listens:

faces in contemporary black:

2009-05-29T10:36:00.000-04:00

faces in contemporary black:

you win in the final, and the rocks are only a shuck away.

lemon, we mask and long
for our pearls and oysters.

flavored rabbit demonstrates authenticity in a city of skeptics;
over heat we lose what is raw and our fat flavors the marrow - human rot.

sweet blue winter

2008-12-30T18:28:00.000-05:00

sweet blue winter
i’m ready for you.

this morning i greeted your first thick fur
with genuine surprise.

sometimes i feel my partial identity;
fleeting and tip-toeing, she’ll exude me
and the never-saying, never-words
i can’t recapture
can’t remember.

today, i feel less of you. i tried to love you like pine
but burnt and warped i escaped
and felt my peaking rise. absence

purchase pear

2008-12-30T18:27:00.000-05:00

purchase pear;
a felted mind crossed.
puck and fluff, she’s-a, she’s-a
hymmmm
‘n.

(plastic fare)
((purchase pear))
snowing frozen ground.

ballot measure in this war on terror
war on terror:

_ape a concealed verb

2008-12-30T18:26:00.000-05:00

is _ape a concealed verb?
a demonstrative offense?
a habitual stain breeding shape - nothing?

if i say, “no,” a data rock will pulp my name
to prove how wrong;
if i say, “yes,” pale in light, i’ll go dark
and empty my fat wallet: a costing frame gone lean and bone.

populations of dust line my steering wheel
dust these fingertips
prints:
a smooth dna transfer ruined
by a sneeze.

a wet root will bloom

2008-12-30T18:25:00.000-05:00

a wet root will bloom, bind, and fruit
for your lips.
a wet clay will flood, rise, and silt
your rice and red beans.
a wet jew will reanimate, mormonize,
and mistranslate “cost.”

the sun, she makes

2008-12-30T18:24:00.002-05:00

the sun, she makes
the fracture
all beaut;
how does she tan
melt
beat
and birth?
is it the ‘s’ that lends her
her name and
divide?

quantum morning physics

2008-12-30T18:24:00.001-05:00

quantum morning physics
a parse sparing
of tuned bristles
like whiskers
and raw faces.
sikh and tanned hides: my white plausibility
brighton, paced, alcoheld
by ten fingers tall in one glass
and that sideway tilt
that tilts it all.

delivery esperanto

2008-08-20T12:03:00.001-04:00

i miss you from that void,
which she said to herself, but kept it inside. she will not pebble on this; she will maintain her guilt.

i am in need of a surrogate mother. i am the child of a romance born out of a pressurized gymnasium.

i have a hot, wonton love; i have a wet, wonton love,
and his mama's gonna buy him a mockingbird.
i champion my weight so please be my low bass c,
cuz i need, i need.

august 11, 2008

2008-08-20T11:59:00.000-04:00

i love these quiet mornings up here.
they are cold and fresh
and i feel calm again; at rest.
these autumnal clouds peeking early
eleven into august
delight me, and even in
the absence of warmth.
genocide reports from
radovan karadzic
omar el bashir
bobby mugabe.
vladimir putin tugging south ossetia from
mikheil saakashvili and from president
w. bush: oil paths. and here
i am, an olympian in mourning and hoping.

the canadian boarder

2008-08-10T20:19:00.000-04:00

i'm nearer to the canadian boarder now,
the canadian coast's foaming waters and floating fish are up in my nose.

lincoln lifted the coffin lids
of his dead children -
washington spiritualist movements, rapping on the kitchen table.

i know how you sleep

2008-08-10T20:18:00.000-04:00

i know how you sleep.

you sleep on your side, nested with a body
pillow against your chest and between your knees.

you will not sleep like this in iraq.

logistically, this is probably because your bunk will be twin,
and there isn't the room you've become accustomed to
in your queen bed.

your air force-issued pillow will probably be one,
and you'll want that for your head,
not your knees.

i wonder if you'll sleep with your mouth open like you do now.
it's dry there.
it will dry out.

woman-cow skin

2008-08-10T20:17:00.000-04:00

woman-cow skin tacked taunt toldstoy told sayed told natives that thick is cunning and can’t be fact or fat this is possible this is meringue this limited to twenty-one licks and kicks and oh keep your blue bells keep your sprite cans and corpses crowning and kicking up dirt half calendar dates on time for white lilies or yellow madagascar expressions tentacles with suction cups that suction paper cups does this look brown does this look like the absence of all color blue powders soaps and clean paper post cards from where else blueberry country slang for knocking liquid papers dried up flowers and black scissors that cut construction paper that cut and cut and rip at fabrics with no patterns patterned on pol pot's canoe fill this coffee cup with tea and half a finger of honey mood blues mood electric diamond punch bowls water drops kicking sea turtles kick up sand and blue and green japanese cotton blossoms this is possible this is meringue this is not a chair luther take out marble table cloths twist ties cut ant cut used queue tips edgardo bonilla and tick cold creams bite conscious for mark ups and cut ups and kiln fires of course high kicks kicking this is possible this is not a snow shovel and this is not the color yellow cigarette butts it can in bank parking lots your sleep number and lo and behold that pirate ship has no sailed but fishnet stockings under blue blazers and twenty-one licks in mammoth grade mem her ease haven't got a coroner and tighter teeth and this is either possible or not and bullets doused in steak sauce taste hot and dead like meat and skin:

tell me what you eat,
and i'll tell you what you are.
i eat flipper muscle, torn and ripped from delicate appendages of cowboys.
muscle that floats on curried water
next to flakes of shell.

cherry khawadja

2008-08-10T20:15:00.002-04:00

there are some things i'd like you to know:

mainly, that the khawadja is always assumed to be a doctor,
so people rush to them with children with bullets in their lungs,
but khawadja is almost always a photographer.

and that in the mornings,
families have to choose rape of their women, or castration and murder of their men.
so they send their wives out of the idp's to collect firewood and water,
knowing the janjaweed are waiting.

and that if you go south toward colerain on 27 in ohio,
you can buy cherry juice and turnip mustard on the side of the road.
the man who sells it is a farmer, and i saw him there yesterday.

raccoon

2008-08-10T20:15:00.001-04:00

raccoon paws the corn and clams left
washed and covered from sands and banks of mind.
cupped palms receive muscle, ripped and torn,
and muscled muscle pushes down raccoon throat.

inspiration pear

2008-08-10T20:11:00.000-04:00

it is a mother inspiration pear.
p
l ea se.

why is that constant fuzz so appealing? why is it so lush when rough?

pre-constraints have made her blade dull,
and she is kept.

mother superior mother superior
jump and bleed.

the pace of wine

2008-08-10T20:09:00.000-04:00

the pace of the wine that has so drastically changed our words
is no longer a question of a factual honeysuckle -
the honeysuckle has always had the yellow
with the white and the green.
when you see me as a series, your view is complete.

once the rain washed away our sins,
now the rain reveals them.

if you tan here, you burn your epidermis and increase your odds of being hott.

i am told i wear my ethnicity on my face -
my bones keep few secrets; they say, “you can't blame me, i am not american.”

rice blossoms

2008-08-10T20:07:00.000-04:00

drop grains of rice into a cup of water
and blossoms will grow.

you must ask for “red mouth”
and the things, places, and rivers will suffer.

i and i go waltzing

2008-08-10T20:06:00.000-04:00

i and i go waltzing.
i and i have time for skies so pale
i and i cannot see blue from white.

stretched thin over teeth,
i and i run tongues
across sky-film: taste jet fuel and carbon
feathered, undo smoke and eyes.

hand and hot

2008-08-10T20:05:00.000-04:00

when the vinegar is poured, hand and hot,
the buttermilk curdles
and separates the cream.
it is the cheesecloth that catches and maintains,
the cheesecloth that suppresses.

she and she who opened her eyes, ruddy and blue,
and saw that it is light.

i am made witness and bearer of creation.
the hot vinegar curdles in her womb
and births to spoils
to the hand of the cloth.

open-palmed this cup collects the oil of her tears
and is nuanced by a name
of a woman.

harmless monarch

2008-08-10T20:04:00.000-04:00

harmless monarch trapped in this direction
black bull
black cow,
will i ever be blameless?

the flat direction of sod keeps a sprout to the ground.
pace
pace
hymn.
this is the direction of a cattle car,
a tragedy of certain concerns.

mother cow

2008-08-10T20:03:00.001-04:00

mother cow is a space not incomplete
a ripening of fruit
for biting
and ripping
: to tear with teeth

orange in disposition
to taste, to eye
and i, extinguished in areas of faith
of cup
and body:
waves pleat against these ribs,
they are a rhythmic pulse.

she cries amber oil
that blossoms and shines her faith.
she will pack red clay on her feet
and pace her impurities.

buttermilk suppression

2008-05-31T00:04:00.000-04:00

when the vinegar is poured
the buttermilk curdles
and separates the cream.
it is the cheesecloth that catches and maintains,
the cheesecloth that suppresses.

i am made witness and bearer of creation.
the hot vinegar curdles in my womb
and births to spoils
to the hand of the cloth.

open-palmed this cup collects the oil of her tears
and is nuances by a name
of a woman.

orb

2008-05-31T00:02:00.000-04:00

orange in disposition
to taste, to eye
and i, extinguished in areas of faith
of cup
and body:

she cries amber oil
that blossoms and shines her faith.
she will pack red clay on her feet
and pace her impurities.

punc gutter

2008-05-31T00:01:00.000-04:00

punc gutter.

sampson

2008-05-30T23:59:00.000-04:00

smpson might
tear a roll
ed nut 'n poppyseed
feed
for hummingbirds and scotch birds
'n mirth
in a turkey
swallowing stones
in kidney pie.

hudson

2008-05-30T23:58:00.000-04:00

minks, beavers, water-rats
and the snow-rush
a pellet in a pellet makes a pellet
and 20 quid
to buy an oil fish; gut it for the
black bile.
humor me,
and squeeze its black eye
and pack it on ice and salt
down to charleston.

fugue

2008-05-30T23:55:00.000-04:00

in a bell horn
on the stone wall
that humpty dumpty cracked
to feed the children
like fish and bread
but with more cholesterol -
a 90's version
of the bethlehem blues.

good evening, mother caterpillar, you shall come with your husband to church on meatfare sunda

2008-03-13T23:47:00.000-04:00

light is waxing a roman cure.
the grave-diggers with pipes in their mouths and bottles of wine
snap their connexion with the sun:
“the corn-cat will come and fetch you,”
purrs the wheat-wolf, holding open-palmed straw, bent to ash.

“slava of slava: drop the beak fruits
and the seeds and rices will be sown and sprouting,”
the corn-cat replies.

i am ra at noon, i am tum at eve.

when black mother cow refreshes with milk, peas, and dried pears, she moos:
“turn not your face away
from your servant,
for i am in distress;
hear me speedily and answer me,
draw near to my soul and deliver it.”

a large fish is killed to the empty pot of wine:
the dried fish forms mother cow's diet,
and hot water touches wine and wets the fish again;
rose and lily,
the mistletoe that cannot fall to the ground shrivels to vine
and anointing it with spices, mother cow wraps it in linens
and places it in the grave-diggers' tomb.
sheafs of corn puck at their sides, and they sing:
“a trial is held where the brandy is dug:
wise thief, in one moment made worthy by the wood
of your mistletoe.”

the corn-can lays the wheat-wolf's straw in the hen's nest,
and she can no longer carry away her eggs.

afflication sun

2008-03-13T23:45:00.000-04:00

i am wine.
i am sapphire
on indigo beaches
perched
on a white rise
opaque from sands, threads,
eclipsing blue and green.

baited cloves dropped in:
my sleeve is bleeding,
and i am perforated.

in a world where i can drink you
there is a holocaust of mind:
without speaking, i know which traumas will die;
i have seen them lined up,
in their waiting.
their mouths are hollow,
and drinking makes them whole.
they soothe,
this is how you die:
cooking fish on the floor,
tossing bones in garbage heaps
that rot like a crown of willow leaves
on a vietnamese girl, washing her hands in hot water
with a bar of pig fat.

love poem to my cousins, gordon and holllis

2008-02-15T15:43:00.000-05:00

thanks, guys, for talking about me
on your facebook walls.
it really made me feel good.
thanks for the text messages
telling me i'm cool, too.
they also made me feel good
about myself.
you guys are nice to me.

good evening, mother caterpillar, you shall come with your husband to church

2008-01-28T14:56:00.000-05:00

light is waxing a roman cure.
the grave-diggers with pipes in their mouths and bottles of wine
snap their connexion with the sun,
button-snake root,
and sparrow the black drink.

"the corn cat will come and fetch you,"
mews the wheat-wolf.
"salve regina: drop the beak fruits
and the seed-rice will be sown and sprouting."

a large fish is killed to the empty pot, the cock-beer,
the redeemer's blood
in the roses and lilies
crocuses and violets
a clog or block,
the mistletoe that cannot fall to the ground.

golden bow

2008-01-14T19:02:00.000-05:00

in a world where i can drink you
there is a holocaust of mind:
without speaking, i know which traumas will die;
i have seen them lined up,
and their waiting.
their mouths are hollow,
and drinking makes them whole.

the girl who came from the sun: seven

2008-01-01T23:30:00.000-05:00

baited cloves dropped in:
my sleeve is bleeding;
i am perforated.

the girl who came from the sun: six

2008-01-01T23:29:00.000-05:00

a hiving drone
of hearted armor;
laundered and razed

break break broke

ornamental submission.

the girl who came from the sun: five

2008-01-01T23:27:00.000-05:00

gun powder vertigo infection
a good child time
a sunflower
growing both ways.
sprayed fruit
iveyed, filtered by a white wine,
saged, seeded, drawn
and dried by cold.

the girl who came from the sun: four

2008-01-01T23:25:00.000-05:00

armband thermostat,
a sexy wonton idea.

transversion on a double chin
with no collagen treathment in sight.

the girl who came from the sun: three

2008-01-01T23:24:00.000-05:00

looping
broken blonde
and i haven't a token
too irresponsible paisley
yukon potatoes

the girl who came from the sun: two

2008-01-01T23:21:00.000-05:00

accidental crossing,
12% of the way.

this is obscene:
continuous fresh death
a rot
on us.
a rogue responsibility that will grow roots
in our dna.

i crochet in a chicago airport -
every distopian novel
i've ever read.

the girl who came from the sun: one

2008-01-01T23:18:00.000-05:00

affliction sun:

prospero blown pearls
from ray
shone like ruby punch.

i am wine.
i am sapphire
on indigo beach
for nia,
perched
on a white rise
opaque from sands, threads
eclipsing blue and green
shi'ite and suni
dead, but alive.

para flotata

2008-01-01T23:17:00.000-05:00

crimson assumption
pickled beneath
pome gold
and blued gowns:

salted apples foaming
memories eternal

valley of rubies (take 2)

2007-12-11T08:19:00.000-05:00

flocks of pigeons flapping wings
shitting on clandestine streets
paid for
by pigeons' blood
gutted from the valley
where red wrapped breasts
wrap tighter
and squeeze a will
hard as diamonds

scream poem

2007-11-14T09:06:00.001-05:00

Capsized!

Oh, Mogli, pull up your ankle trousers
Before the cheetah
he-haws
off your piggly wiggly’s!
Get cooked, ing-nick, Re:mon I al and said:
“You dandy!
All you do is measure
quadrilatical isosocles triangles
with a pear-snapper psycho-symposium
that looked each other fairly whid(e)
extraordinaire and eyed
a half a dozen laced-up girls who bled!”

through ‘x’ receives that l.e.d.,
and naming, takes his cloak and lies: he lyed

It all started in South America.

No. That’s a strict ear-eye lie.

gablon(a) yachts (ce-re: ) null-think was mined
dog-blacked and cooked behind; they left
with a cork and a thumb
their mouths were fed
x’dsarnd for the Caesars
and the Czars
whose rye bread is salted, packed on ice
absorbed, eaten
and donated.

shift to the sanguine
shift to the emeralds

this failed vision deserves a Mt. Vernon climb
and a second helping of dinner tickets
aye aye and my my ergo:

The pleasure yacht set sail:
snow rush pellets
on talons on snows
and dirty hands with clicking nails
oil and joints
finger bones
plasma in your blood
plasma on your screen
deluxe tryptophan
blender ringworm on your upper thigh
and tar
in your lungz
get us no where:
all sin
is knifed, and quick the milk runs down the curves.
Let her whose boots are snapped see over lord
patrol the fields and sand run down her chin

valley of rubies (take 1)

2007-10-16T12:43:00.000-04:00

50,000 pigeons flapping their wings in the street:
“do, you, hear, do, you, hear”
these whispers
over borders?

red robes wrapped tight across their breasts
harden,
and squeeze curtained blood
like diamonds.

broom through the street
and sweep away
these pigeon doves,
who whisper,
“they, don't, hear, they, can't, hear”

herring gull

2007-10-16T02:17:00.001-04:00

a constant moan:

please
give it give it give it give it give it give it give it give it
please

blue jay

2007-10-16T02:10:00.000-04:00

it's something:
it snaps like two,
“know me, know me”
“i do ,i do”

bang bang

2007-09-18T12:42:00.001-04:00

snow rush pellets
salted, packed on ice;
ire on fish scathing,
spinally-lurid
absorbed, eaten
and donated

Jersey Lightening

2007-09-18T12:34:00.002-04:00

Get cooked, ing-nick, Re:mon I al and said:
the blade that looked each other fairly whid(e)
I faced Mari, extraordinaire and eyed
a half a dozen laced-up girls who bled.
Hul King (a gaf) through ‘x’ receives that l.e.d.,
and naming, takes his cloak and lies: he lyed
gablon(a) yachts (ce-re: ) null-think was mined
dog-blacked and cooked behind; their mouths were fed
x’dsarn. Ulsak felt all, endured the nerves.
Re-ply these sheets for Sam (or I) the chord
was struck. The pleasure yacht set sail: all sin
is knifed, and quick the milk runs down the curves.
Let her whose boots are snapped see over lord
patrol the fields and sand run down her chin.

the oil fish

2007-09-18T12:34:00.001-04:00

film from eyes of oil fish
cracked, peeled off black beads
in the palms of squid hunters
mouth-beaked
frozen gulped
and digested by black bile

blue crab lymph nodes

2007-09-06T01:40:00.001-04:00

blue crab lymph nodes
crawling
fanning
up your armpits;

he signaled back that it was all avocado
this situation was,

ants
feeling, biting
a yellow peach.

untitled 1

2007-09-06T01:38:00.000-04:00

this is how you die:
cooking fish on the floor,
tossing bones in garbage heaps
rotting on a crown of willow leaves
on a vietmanese girl, washing her hands in hot water
with a bar of pig fat.

this is matt-lauer certified information

2007-09-06T01:37:00.000-04:00

I sneezed ‘ahm-mi-gabu-gabu-raid’ all over
and in between
the balfour declaration
over the ‘f-u-r’ ending
on the hilarity
of 1448 metadays of Benocide taken
for worm infestations,
which hallow out yer gut
reactions
and, after swabbing with io,
zeus dined on the coral hee-haw
of being able to do it,
then stuffed the intestines
with 20 pounds and bag him a father
this time around
because mothers wear their births
on their faces
and exponentially
the numbers grow

hollis

2007-02-14T21:33:00.000-05:00

foam me
yoga necked and b(l)eached
potato chips

pop speak:
b(l)eached mint
ahm-mi-gabu-gabu-raid
fitzgerald-squeaky
blue moon suede shoes

h5n1 shifts

2006-11-16T17:13:00.000-05:00

antigen shifts h5n1 send us back
to a quart of wheat
for a day's wages

I bought a Big Mac
sealed it up
and shipped it to Africa
but Wilfred Brimley intercepted
and promptly met my dead grandfather
for a moment's reflection
on 1980's medical equipment

I suggest peeling Julia Robert's gums off
and using them to dam
the French Quater
i hear she has a killer smile

or maybe using Reagan ketchup-logic
to prove there was no problem
to begin with

Selfless Plug

2006-10-27T14:02:00.000-04:00

The third Megaphone Piggy reading will be taking place on November 4th starting around 8:00 P.M., I'm not entirely sure where it's going to be held though. I'll get back to everyone with the address in a timely fashion. The goal is to spread the word about Megaphone Piggy since we've started accepting submissions for the Fall 06 issue. Actually, we'll be putting together short fiction and poetry issues, so send either or both in for consideration. You can either e-mail me with your submissions, or send it directly to MegaphonePiggy@gmail.com.

If you'd like copies of our past issues (MP 1 and MP 2) shoot me a word and I'll see that you get it. We've also got copies of The Emergence of Nannah U. Fosster by Nannah U. Fosster, the first chapbook out under the Megaphone Piggy Press "label," so shoot me a word about that one too.

Also, if you're interested in reading on the 4th let me know; we're always hoping for more folks to join in.

So keep the date in mind.

bear mace

2006-10-19T22:21:00.000-04:00

get out of my raceboat
and Jack said this very well

and very creamy
brain property contraction now

pleasure pleasure bixbee

the population spurts
get made b/c
I ate
the princess

batthezar head off

lullenfield sell this to the nuns & mike

federal orfix
affairs

pieces of constellations
shot at elephants

propertymonious very far away

chandeliers are

my eyelids are
mouthing off
in the camera

eating plastic forks
b/c the king
is dead now

yesterduh voices and banned albums

2006-09-21T01:55:00.000-04:00

yesterduh - Check this out.

ten banned albums burned, then played - Check this one out while you're at it. It's exactly what it sounds like. I suggest the Igor Stravinsky piece, although I'm also partial to the Beatles one. They're all worth a listen though.

Repetition Exercise (Removing Meaning)

2006-09-02T00:39:00.000-04:00

peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas paes peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas pesa pesa peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas pesa peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas pesa pesa peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas pesa pesa peas peas peas peas peas pesa peas peas pesa pesa peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas pesa peas peas pesa peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas pesa pesa peas peasa peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peaws peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas pesa peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas pea peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas eas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas pesa peas peas peas peas peas peas pesa peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas pesa pesa pesa pesa pesa peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas pea s peas peas pea s peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas pea pea peas peas peas pea peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas eas peas peas peas paepase psea peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas paes peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peasp eapesa pesa pesa peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas pesa peas peas peas peas peas peas peas pesa peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peaw peas peas peas peas pea peas pesa pesa peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas pesa peas peas peas easp easp eapeas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas epas peas pea peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas pesa peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas pesa peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas paes

oooohh, yeah

2006-08-09T10:09:00.000-04:00

park yourself
under an orange umbrella
and smell the roast beef

this is what the good life smells like

the lion and blue

2006-07-11T22:51:00.000-04:00

lion and blue
piss crotch
in deep with jazz and turtle soup
on the eleventh of every month
like june

480 E. Signs

2006-06-16T00:46:00.000-04:00

Clowns hate tangelos

Вечная Память.

2006-06-13T00:06:00.000-04:00

http://en.liturgy.ru/mp3/96/afanas15.mp3

Сирень не цветет в декабре,

и кальмар может только взять ваше судно вниз очень много раз

перед полуночью.

Mamata's Gracious Reading of Tom Raworth's "The Mosquito and the Moon"

2006-05-04T18:16:00.000-04:00

post_moot

2006-04-16T02:44:00.000-04:00

http://www.plantarchy.us/post_moot_schedule.html

Check that out - it's the post_moot schedule, etc.

antigen shifts h5n1

2006-04-15T15:06:00.000-04:00

antigen shifts h5n1
a quart of wheat
for a day’s wages
and Mt. Kilimanjaro’s ice caps melting
ten years in the future
Einstein bibble
writing letters dropping bombs
diluting the Gulf Stream
with Goldie Hawn’s gums
Washington spiritualist movements
tapping on the kitchen table
Lincoln lifting coffin lids
of his dead children
taxidermists
don’t use
my skin
my elbow skin is perfectly in tact
coffin lids coughing
what jokes
before your dead grandfather dies
from diabeetess

Translations Project and translations

2006-04-05T00:32:00.000-04:00

It's been a while since I've posted any new pieces in this blog, but that shouldn't suggest that I haven't been busy writing. Here's what I'm up to:

I'm starting work on a new project dealing with the various types of translations. English to English, Russian to English, English to Russian, misunderstandings, mishearings, deletions, additions, replacements, S + 7's, etc. Translation absolutely fascinates me, and I think that I could do great things with them. I'm planning on making it into another chapbook under the Magus Flower Press label and hopefully a reading or two which will wind up being in Cleveland because of time. Hopefully though, I can get a recording or video of it so I can post it on my blog for all of the people who won't be in Northeast Ohio this summer.

I'm also working on starting up a project revolving around religion (Orthodoxy since that's what I'm down with). I want to work with Church texts, music, and sounds and the ideology and myth taught in and believed by the Church. This too will be released as a Magus Flower Press chapbook due out this summer (probably late summer).

The scene !n herd reading video will be posted on the Meshworks site sometime soon. (Currently you can check out a reading by cris cheek and Catherine Wagner, who was recently hired on as the new poetry professor here at Miami. I'm taking a workshop with her in the fall and I'm psyched about it.) I read 90 sek(0nd) chili, central asia, and the piece I wrote for Tim that I've tentatively entitled skin cuts there. When the link goes up, I highly recommend you check out the videos of what people performed; it was an excellent reading.

And now a little teaser poem/exercise that I've written for my translations book. Just an example of a type of translation that I'm poking around. Expect more as they come about.

translations

Translations.

Trancelations.

Tranzlayshuns.

Trahnslaisions.

Truhnclayshions.

Tramlaivzuns

Tamlaytsons

ssb

2006-03-31T01:04:00.000-05:00

sometimes i leave my bedroom blinds
open
and fantasize about teenage boys with burritos
watching me in my nightgown
as i get ready for bed.

i accidently flashed a boy
in the drive-thru at dairy queen
one summer
when i had a boyfriend
who liked being flashed.
i didn’t mean for the boy to see
but he opened the window to give
us our change
at his lucky fourteen year old moment.
i watched him point at me
and tell his friends.

from that moment on
i’ve wanted to turn on boys
with fast food.

Wuncapunathyme

2006-03-14T23:25:00.000-05:00

Wuncapunathyme der vas a gurl by the name of Ray "chill" Smurf, who often (more often) wundered if she ver a boy. Herr friends (what few der ver) accented this unfortunate confucius (cept for some, who, being boys themselves, told others she vas a gurl). To this day, we don't no. Way to way (and either way) Chill Smurf wrote on occasion, and shopped on others. Herr ribs (lightly smoked and kuverd in orig. bbq sauce) measured ruffly 34" uhround and kept herr 'gans and such in order. She used to keep binder klips clipped to herr shirt, untill she found no more use for dem, and stopped abruptly one Toozday after noon. Wunc she met a man celling fossils in de street (ov which she bought two in order to tell time better). Another thyme, she met a Thim, of whom Chill circled Linkoln, bedazzled by bedazzling xmas lites. Writing in ariel font got Chill S. nothang but mintie-frosh gigi breadth and 21 yen (a vive!) to spend in Brekzvill (ov vich she has little change but age). Herr reesee kup (which, when hungry, she'd (saul) bellow: "giveme mah reese kup-a!") wuz never to be found again, lost in Richyard V'z pink belly. In Owgust Chill wuz called Quillz incorrectly by a boy wrinkling thyme on a skullbus. By sophomore cards, she drew a drew wunc, but quikly placed him back in the deck and mailed it off to Francz, where the card she drew enjoyed the natural habitat recluse with other nasal fatt-lippd Frank O'Philz (oddly enouff of Scotchish descent). All Dis havin bean salad, I leave you as I found you, only sum thyme later.

fourteen poems about turtles

2006-03-09T01:05:00.000-05:00

Its turtlesall the way down.
They wiggle their toes and the
universe flutters.
They eat hotdogs and scratch
their toenails
on other turtles’ shells.
And it’s turtle on turtle
for miles into millennia.
Turtles on stars, on suns,
on planets.
Turtles clogging up black
holes,
turtles starting tomorrow and
starting yesterday
all the way down.

Tell me what you eat,
and I’ll tell you what you are.
I eat flipper muscle
torn and ripped
from delicate appendages
of pacific greens.
Muscle that floats on curried water
next to bits of shell.

Sea turtles eat oatmeal with spoons at the kitchen table
and rattle the calla lily centerpiece
with their finger nails.

Once, a turtle saw planes and satellites
and a statue fall out
of a black hole in the sky
from a parallel universe.
The universe was caked in green mud
and avocadoes.

I heard two sea turtles clacking on linoleum,
and I offered them nail files,
but they kindly declined
and left to sip tea in the garden.

Scientists refer to the first seven years
of a Pacific Green Turtle’s life
as the “lost years.”
From the time the hatchlings enter the water
to the time that the turtles show up
in the main Hawaiian Islands,
it is unknown exactly where the turtles go
and what they’re feeding upon.
What is known, however,
is that they feed omnivorously
on limu, jellyfish, and other
young sea creatures.

Blind turtles
and turtles wearing glasses
still see
the petals falling,
the red fish swimming,
and the shells.

Some turtles
eat pink morning glories
and stain their beaks
golden orange.

Thousands of sea turtle shells
buried in the sand
make thousands of land turtles
dance.

Three sea turtles,
all allergic to coconut and olives,
rubbed lemon-scented sunscreen
on their shells.
And when I asked them,
“why sunscreen?”
one replied,
“because UV rays from the sun cause skin damage”
and I couldn’t argue with its logic.

I saw a land turtle at the zoo,
and a sign on the cage read:
“This land turtle will live to be one hundred years old.”
And there was a clock that counted down the land turtle’s time.
I watched the land turtle die.

Turtles kick up sand
and drop convolvulus bulbs
in the holes.

Two turtles in an algaed tank
lamp-bathe on a rock.
Both keep out
of the water.
Turtle-scented air waifs up
into the kitchen
where the dirty tank sits.

There was a turtle at a funeral,
and it didn’t wear a suit,
or give a eulogy.
It wasn’t a pall bearer
or a priest.
It just crawled on the floor,
unaware of where it was,
or what it was doing,
because it’s a turtle,
and that’s what turtles do.

Sea Turtles II

2006-03-06T23:26:00.000-05:00

It’s turtles
all the way down.
They wiggle their toes and the universe flutters.
They eat hotdogs
and their toenails scratch other turtles’ shells.
And it’s turtle on turtle for miles into millennia.
Turtles on stars, on suns, on planets.
Turtles clogging up black holes,
turtles starting tomorrow and starting yesterday
all the way down.

Sea Turtles I

2006-03-06T23:25:00.000-05:00

Sea turtles eat oatmeal with spoons at the kitchen table
and rattle the daffodil centerpiece
with their finger nails.

back teeth limbo

2006-02-26T21:33:00.000-05:00

teething back teeth molars ‘n bendictril
schizolepathy ‘n nigh quills
they call me quills only to beat the v-cardz
and es’s turn to zzz’s and clay shades ‘n glee shays
‘n shassh hays or hashish
‘n tea bagz on yer nigh stan
too many turtlez in limbo ‘n not enuff in the sea
way man, tonigh man theze planz
cruise n’ fix this crust of bits
tack down t-shirts ‘n u-shirts
epigram epi samp one nigh ‘t
‘n lo ‘n lo
in limbo

Nipple Butter

2006-02-23T00:01:00.000-05:00

Teen Angst

2006-02-22T00:11:00.000-05:00

I know I said that this blog would only contain my poetry, but this is so fantastic and delicious that I can't possibly deny you the joy of reading it without feeling guilt. I found Teen Angst: a celebration of REALLY BAD poetry in a bookstore in New York this past weekend. (Check out the website. Be sure to take note of the advice at the bottom of the page telling you that "most poems are funnier when read aloud.) What makes the poetry so funny is that *sigh* I wrote really bad teenage poetry (I know, I know, hard to believe) and I can relate. Enjoy this nugget entitled To Kurt Cobain:

To Kurt Cobain
April 12, 1994

Why Suicide?
Someone else should have died
Did you think ahead?
Did you know teh impacts of your being dead?
You're selfish and dead
because you put a bullet to your head
In our hearts you will remain
But my feelings for you will never be the same
Our questions unanswered
The answers are gone
Never to be asked
Never to understand
Uncomprehendible note you left behind
You said you loved us - how so?
It's a shame - a rotten shame
It's done and over
Move on - show's over
Peace, Love, Empathy?
Whatever.

90 sek(0nd) chili Reading

2006-02-21T23:28:00.000-05:00

2thpaict' Reading

2006-02-21T23:14:00.000-05:00

2thpaict'

2006-02-21T22:50:00.000-05:00

toothpaste
twothpaist
tuthpayct
goes on yer teeth
gos ahn yir tieth
goz yon ur feet

90 sek(0nd) chili

2006-02-15T01:34:00.000-05:00

in 90 sek(0nds) i got a
)full( workowt
@ the rod(eo) i sipped (& slurped)
hot sauce
*the stuff of life
(git yer tomahawk ready, Betty)
how does *it make (you feel)
he walked away to buy smokes
(delicious)
spiced wit(h garlic) don’t
he spellz (peace) (piece)
& and &
doktor do you co(munni)cate thru
fud?
“porpoise” wants you to skrew
(don’t misplace don’t) misplace
your chili spoon
howz me(gend)her?
hair & curlerz
air)raid( on
yer mouth
(in your
y(ak) canoe –
can no –

Feels just like starting over . . .

2006-02-13T20:59:00.000-05:00

I've decided that this blog will no longer host senseless rants and half-baked ideas. Considering I'm a poetry person I've decided to utilize this space to expose my writing to all of you lovely people. I'll be posting a lot these next few days in order to play catch up with some pieces that I'd like to have feedback on.

Here's where I insert a disclaimer (for my own benefit):

I don't consider any of these poems finished, that is, they're all works in progress. I hope that you'll keep that in mind when reading them and providing feedback. Occasionally I'll post revisions and whatnot. Just . . . remember that none of them are done.

What I'd really like this space to become is a place for me to post what I'm working on and get some feedback from people. Like I said in my last post, I'd really love to to get some audio reading of my work so you can hear how I picture it being read and how it sounds to me. I think this space could be so, so wonderful and helpful and I'm really looking forward to establishing something. Please feel free to leave comments, suggestions, etc. I really want to know what people are thinking.

For whatever reason I haven't been able to figure out a way to manipulate the paragraph breaks in this blog place. Most of my pieces have staggered indentations and sharp paragraph breaks that I'm unable to reproduce here. If you should ever want to see how the format really looks let me know and I'll e-mail it to you in Word.

All this having been said, enjoy the new format and what I've got to offer!

14 Day Writing Project: Lincoln breaths

2006-02-12T22:39:00.000-05:00

I've been assigned a 14 day writing project for my capstone that I started today. There's no real structure to the assignment . . . just write something everyday for 14 days. I don't think there even has to be some sort of common thread to what you write, as long as you don't take a break in those two weeks. Although she (Margaret Luongo) encourages us to have some sort of consistency in the pieces. Seeing as my creative writing major has a focus on poetry, I've chosen to write 14 poems in 14 days (so creative). Here's the first of the plus one baker's dozen. If Andrew can explain the process of recording voice on my blog to me I might even attach a reading or two in here as well (which would be both terrifying and fantastic). Keep in mind that since these are (relatively) hastily written they haven't had much time for editing. Maybe that'll come in the next two week segment. Enjoy Lincoln breaths:

Lincoln lifting coffin lids
of his dead children
Washington spiritualist movements
rapping on the kitchen table
take your decongestant and inhale through your noc
and fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffaint from forgetting to repeat
taxidermists
don’t use
my skin
my elbow skin is perffffffffectly in tact
tracks
tax
sharp breaths
scharp
scalping and ffffffffffffffinger decorations
coffin lids coughing
what jokes before your dead grandfather dies from diabeatess

just a piece take 2

2006-02-09T19:33:00.000-05:00

This is a piece that Tim commissioned me to write for him. It's (I think) going to be used against some percussion and spoken aloud. The best part about it is that it's basically a collaboration between Tim and myself, which is fantastic. Nothing warms my heart more than Tim treating one of my poems as an instrument in his piece. This was custom written for MTE McCormack, and the version below is the final one. He requested that I change the beginning to suit what he's already written and that I replace some bits with other ones. I'm not entirely sure what this as a whole is going to look/sound like, but I'm excited to find out. Have a look if you're so inclined. It's still untitled, so deal with it.

elephant skin tacked taunt toldstoy told sayed told natives that thick is cunning and canÂt be fact or fat this is possible this is meringue this limited to twenty-one licks and kicks and oh keep your blue bells keep your sprite cans and corpses crowning and kicking up dirt half calendar dates ontime for white lilies or yellow madagascr expressions tentacles with suction cups that suction paper cups does this look brown does this look like the absence of all color blue powders soaps and clean paper post cards from where else blueberry country slang for knocking liquid papers dried up flowers and black scissors that cut construction paper that cut and cut and rip at fabrics with no patterns patterned on hitlerz canoe fill this coffee cup with tea and half a finger of honey mood blues mood electric diamond punch bowls water drops kicking sea turtles kick up sand and blue and green japanese cotton blossoms this is possible this is meringue this is not a chair luther take out marble table cloths twist ties cut ant cut used queue tips edgardo bonilla and tick cold creams bite conscious for mark ups and cut ups and kiln fires of course high kicks kicking this is possible this is not a snow shovel and this is not the color yellow cigarette butts it can in bank parking lots your sleep number and lo and behold that pirate ship has no sailed but fishnet stockings under blue blazers and twenty-one licks in nineteen ninty seven mammoth grade mem her ease haven't got a coroner and tighter teeth and this is either possible or not unnhhhh

just a piece

2006-02-09T00:38:00.000-05:00

This is possible this is meringue this limited to twenty-one licks and kicks and oh keep your blue bells keep your sprite cans and recycle icons and two-bit ideas half calendar dates ontime for white lilies or yellow madagascr expressions tentacles with suction cups that suction paper cups does this look brown does this look like the absence of all color blue powders soaps and clean paper post cards from where else blueberry country slang for knocking liquid papers dried up flowers and black scissors that cut construction paper that cut and cut and rip at fabrics with no patterns patterned on hitlerz canoe fill this coffee cup with tea and half a finger of honey mood blues mood electric diamond punch bowls water drops kicking sea turtles kick up sand and blue and green japanese cotton blossoms this is possible this is meringue this is not a chair luther take out marble table cloths twist ties cut ant cut used queue tips edgardo bonilla and antibiotic cold creams bacon high kicks kicking this is possible this is not a snow shovel and this is not the color yellow cigarette butts it can in bank parking lots your sleep number and lo and behold that pirate ship has no sailed but fishnet stockings under blue blazers and twenty-one licks in nineteen ninty seven mammoth grade mem her ease haven't got a bagel and this is either possible or not unnhhhh

Canadian coast

2006-01-21T21:49:00.000-05:00

I’m nearer to the Canadian boarder now
the Canadian coast
the foaming waters and foaming chapsticks
the 60’s mod look
the bunless hot dog
and oven
kelp and keel
bazhil basil
pregnant woman lunchbox
Lincoln lifting coffin lids
of his dead children
Washington spiritualist movements
rapping on the kitchen table
no loves
no ghosts
psycho civil
but you
you are great
and these eighteen lines per page
document enough
to keep silent

tecumpseh blue bells

2006-01-09T23:48:00.000-05:00

Investigate tecumpseh blue bells
Beef pattie moxie
Cotton ball peaches and
t.v dinners
white linens
baby powders
pao-hers
pou-diers
black ahnd wai-t’

(two) marrow for (two) bones
Qua ahnd nien
nien

peachers
pretty preachers
tallywannastreeme
jackuhlantern badges
hunches
bartenders
chameleons in red
burnt orange
seafood spreads on barley crackers
sour creams
creamed on New York City
black walnuts
wall nhuts
wahl nutz
sitting ducks
stock brokers getting depressed
getting high
getting and getting
German terrorists getting pissed
Give me g’s and sea’s
Foam
Chinese lanterns
Paper lights
Needles and feedles
And a warrant for your
Uh rest

Check, check, mmm, check it owt...

2005-12-11T22:48:00.000-05:00

For whatever reason, this f-in blog won't post this poem in the format that I want it to. In fact, this looks really, really bad. So if you want to see it in the REAL format, let me know and I'll send it your way. F-in blog.

oral milk
moral elks
Texas raincoats
Kyrgyzstan
Kirk can stand
Kikergaurd Kyrgyzstan
thorax Turkmenistan
oven scars Uzbeks
proletariat daises Tajikistan
daily internal French bread hippies
dry your hands on minority paper towels
ooooooooo
inflect me
horseflies at the Ukie lake
nationalists and their thumbs
Jadidism
Socialist sympathizers
I am
knot in your bowtie
yock dog peanut butter
Waqf (endowment lands)
Galiev
Central:
Asia exploit
Azuh patriarch echsployt
Azhuh paytreeark eksploiyt
Aisah paitriarc ekzployt
Ehza peytryarch oak tree
Easia petreark yolk fee
Eazah yoke me
Eazuh choke

The Magus Flower

2005-12-06T00:54:00.000-05:00

plastic plates and
she left with a
cork and her thumb
for the Caesars and
the Czars and butter
sticks that stick
out and squirt
chicken Kiev
plastic plates and
rye bread
pink handbags
hold ‘em up handbags
a leak in the tar
all the bawdy plows

trip and tick around
forget the longhouse
oh’s and the oh’s and the oh’s and the oh’s
shifts to the sanguine
shifts to the emerald
champagne supports pepper habits
heater beans
and burned amber neck drops
yellow chairs
twitch your twat
pick and dine on L.A.’s McDonald’s duck

wooden box
your ears no space no space
no space no space no space
muted cuticles nails clicking
on plastic plates
splashes on the bark
and a leak in the tar
on talons on snows and
dirty hands and clicking nails
wood grain
pasty peel your veins back
parry favors in your party box
keep your beard in strings and please
punching bowl punch bags
dinner tickets on your sloth
wicks in Arizona welfare carriers
tapping into tar trench coats
beetles scuttle sidewalks

burning beetles bug guts
crystal Vaseline staplers
Shea Stadium promenade decks now at
picket white and bloo blights
where’s your living will
your jail lotions and lip glosses
shredded anthrax Harlem churches
tipple white tipple
tricks and fixes on the fire escape
cake batter

rhymz and miliraty
military
or what
short places
and a leak in the tar
drug activity in the car
in the Denny’s parking lot
blow jobs
trickle gold chains
with little charms
pill box icons and white lights

keep your hands
where we can see them
and the oh’s and the oh’s and the oh’s and the oh’s
oh, and oh
shopping carts with might
when Ames closed
plinko’s where the pink goes
this is where the plin koes
this is where the ok nilps
white grates of grapes
silk yellow jacket sleeves
no access
no space no space no space no space
no space no space no space no space
make
spagehttio’s
magazine cotton balls
gray nets

spelunking for marble teethbrushes
for eye creams
for sugar-free diabetic hard candies
arteries blow up
the purple and greens of blues
white party dresses
paperclips worn as earrings

what’s that you said
no space no space no space
pork-u-pine handmaids rush
to the Giant Eagle triple coupon sale
xuddux is away for now
dietetics got me nowhere but
monis(ivy)stat
you’re what’s with the orange cards
like marriage licensees given away
up your spinal cord

circle left and circle right
this drainage bag is getting full
or half-empty
why not have some bass for dinner
tickle your
tips
tipsy sewn
but excuse me puh-leaze
I like buying my hammers and pants
in the same place

a Chinese large is a medium
a leak in the tar
puddle
pluck your personage
chuck
hundred gribble bill
tuck and tickle my fingernails
clicking
cutting on the bathroom floor

hundreds of dollars worth of crackers
oh oh oh oh oh
rat poison lasagna
both barrels
what’s your trap
bite pattern prisms
mangonie
exterm
exxxxxxxterm
teriyaki walnuts
teriyaki Atlantis

until the evidence pointed to baboon
trip wires
mega lo
lo and lo
oil and joints
finger bones
plasma in your blood
plasma on your screen
clacking nails
deluxe tryptophan
blender ringworm on your upper thigh
teriyaki oak tree
no space no space no space
and tar
in your lungz