what a face in the sky
hanging over the slated rocks like
stacked paper plates. the roads

in New England smile in their
ancient wisdom; they have seen
the hooves of our past

and the oil and rubber of our children
pulling the blanket over her
skinny grey arms

to turn sideways in the bed
to face the wall
with her magnificent back for

you to watch
as she
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( Fiveteen word poems )

I find the utmost amount
Of beautiful curiosity
In the benches at the DMV.
How they always felt like church pews,
Straight backs and narrow seats
Made of unfinished wood:
How they creeked.
The sick and huddled sit scared
Like children,
Always staring upwards towards
The neon signs which announce the
Next number chosen, all
Mouthing unanswered prayers
at the ( Read more... )

 I set a few capsules of vitamin B on the table in front of me ( Read more... )

Dear stranger ( Read more... )

my hands: the sisyphus rock
pen heaving towards the sun.

I have tricked the Gods.

I came home from work ( Read more... )

my small blue suitcase sits by the door. it's faulty handle and ( Read more... )

 three thousand poems about being lonely ( Read more... )

Sometimes I write reviews for the lovely blog Is This Revolutionary. Sometimes my reviews make some kind of sense, and sometimes, like today, I sit in my room after a bad day, drink a bottle of wine and relate an indie-rock album to Swedish cinematic masterpieces and ramble a lot. I think it's hilarious.

( Tim Kasher- The Game of Monogamy review by Salvatore Rex )