“Middle English pupille minor ward, from Anglo-French, from Latin pupillus male ward (from diminutive of pupus boy) & pupilla female ward, from diminutive of pupa girl, doll First Known Use: 1536″ “Middle French pupille, from Latin pupilla, from diminutive of pupa doll; from the tiny image of oneself seen reflected in another’s eye First Known […]
King Of, You must know that your cat laid Down across the chessboard today, And yawned stupidly in the alley Which always stretches across The squares and between the pawns In an unbegun game. Your Cat’s fur barely brushed the black Or the white of either Miniature army, and so unbegun, It stayed. King Of, You […]
I will take my name and leave it in the sun. It will become dry and porous. I will bring my name in, I will soak it. I will pack it and pack it, more and more. Then I’ll squueeeeze it out, wring it out with gloved hands. And I’ll sell the juice, tiny bottle […]
face like cloth stretched around a stone shining pale pleading white all winter in my room with the sound, smoke, and sarcasm. skin, like, tunnels on its glow creeps through the room like winds, glowing. glows like cloth around a light. five months like skin crawling i stay in the room. the glow reminds me […]
Does it matter where I place the word, I wonder. I wonder, I place the word where it does matter. I matter, I place the word where it does wonder.
Slowly we roll where the things supposed to happen already did. Past the houses where these people, these people who built the town, had their children, their hobbies, lived humbly, died quietly. This late, this dark, no one walks the streets. So the skeletons waltz with an old man’s memory to share a private love […]
“I got summer hating on me ’cause I’m hotter than the sun/got spring hating on me ’cause I ain’t never sprung/winter hating on me ’cause I’m colder than y’all/and I would never, I would never, I would never fall/I’m being hated by the seasons/so fuck y’all , hating for no reason.” – “Mr. Carter” by […]
Thoughts on Part 5 of Robert Ashley’s spoken word opera, God, the end of meaning, and hip hop records.
Dear mother, dear mother, the Church is cold; But the Alehouse is healthy, and pleasant, and warm. Besides, I can tell where I am used well; Such usage in heaven will never do well. But, if at the Church they would give us some ale, And a pleasant fire our souls to regale, We’d sing […]
She is in the blue distance She’s a visiting wonder He’s in the blue distance He’s a dream come true Am I sleeping and weeping Or just turning over? -Blue Gene Tyranny, “Leading a Double Life” (Check out Pt. 1 and Pt. 2 here and here.) The small repeating cast of Perfect Lives, partly a […]