Eleven arachnids of various sizes, all mottled brown, lace and coil, shuttle and stride their work over the evening out my window, my irrational fear they'll web over the world rising, a pink ink peter meter in a verbal bath-house at the scene ( Read more... )

Then he ran away ( Read more... )

“Crosswords pass
Words the moon
Is up
In your eyes
Perpetuates
The myth of sight”

Wayne Clifford (from “We Live Them” for bp Nichol)

Pack of appreciative gees. Lead gee leans down, grinning at Salem ( Read more... )

“Suddenly the window opened of its own accord, and I was terrified to see that some white wolves were sitting on the big walnut tree in front of the window. There were six or seven of them. The wolves were quite white, and looked more like foxes or sheep dogs, for they had big tails like foxes and they had their ears pricked like dogs when they pay ( Read more... )

Mouth
it
maybe

roughly?
tease
teeth

tongue
swallow
(seasalt

whitewind
it)
this

unimpregnating
metaphor.

(word sonnet form (tm) S. Mayne ;>)

I like this ( Read more... )

H. Masud Taj’s poem “Magritte’s Dream” closes with a meditation on the enigmatic lure of an object in Magritte’s painting which resists interpretive penetration, “a suitcase/ that you dare not open ( Read more... )

that this to shall pass ( Read more... )

We took the truck out at eleven. Me, sean, loving the dump-trip ( Read more... )