Soushu
A day in the park with Soushu. More than her name sounding like–she is–a long intoxicating drink of a drink so rare, only the ancient pre-Buddhist mountain worship clans know of it. But they won’t speak of it. You can’t walk next to her. Only in front or behind. But don’t let her out of [...]
Road, Trip
Things are getting bad: Family problems, money, the itch, again. Should Manny Santiago end it now or revisit The Trip, and try to work it all out?
Desire or something like it
You want something. But you don’t know what it is. So you wait. In the meantime you watch and listen and try to feel something and sense that somehow you are not dreaming all this up: It is a completely beautiful thing to sit in a place and have people bring you drinks while being [...]
The Collectible Dust
spilling spicy noodles next to sex on the bamboo mat and the sudden summer rain fox goes agallop mint thai salsa in juicy clumps matted platinum streaks of lightning mistaking my crumpled shorts for a sleeping dog hemorrhaging pupil images armies of raiding rials humpety-hump beats of wet-plumed crows caw hem and haw of wet [...]
Maybe This Time We'll Win
The damn wind must be the loneliest thing in the world. The way it blows shirts clothes-pinned to a line filling that old shirt full of air and dust just like some old body air and dust just like her her body, all air and dust cinnamon and citrus and just like the wind she’s [...]
Thanks
Thank you cherry blossoms for being almost perfectly blossomed to my return schedule. Thank you fervent breeze for leaving your chill to all things winter and sweeping the dust from my lazy mind. Thank you insects of all shapes and sizes for being born anew and providing my mornings and evenings with welcome accompaniment to [...]
We Love Us
Jesus loves you The ecstatic bodies tumble in death and love through the liquid air in dimensions unseen universal rhythms guide you home Buddha loves you like the beat of a heart the thud of a drum music, the only language which does not lie Allah loves you the quick pulse of nerves on a [...]
For You
We sit here amidst the tatami and snow idly sipping sake and listening to Luna and as the solo crescendos we write a poem for you: large crisp cold carrots of delight for you dragons with diamonds for eyes for you silver smurfs with swords of fun for you… baumbaum baumbaum baum baubau minuets of [...]
