Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Binaries in the Mine

Binaries in the mine
fly through toxic air
for dwellers unaware.

Or not.

Thursday, September 24, 2009


You can’t hide the greasy irony
dripping too quickly upside
that warmed up talk-over

trashing the possibility
of someone speaking
something you don’t
already know.


Absence makes the art grow fodder.

Friday, September 11, 2009


Nancy writes herself
into existence
as her body
goes away.

Story beckons
through the threshold
of death borne again.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Nothing I Write

Nothing I write
appears to be

I wonder if,
so transformed,
memory reaches
for a time

when the nothing
that matters