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in under two weeks i hand in my poetry thesis manuscript. hence the silence yonder. i will try to make a .doc form of the finished project (45-70 poems) available when that is officially over with. to think, the original purpose of this journal is coming to an end. oh well, i'll most likely keep it active in a different, reincarnated form post- ( Read more... )

once a car idled
outside my house-
            ticketed to watch me
read in my easy chair

once someone wrote
            if I could point
            on paper
            I’d show you, ‘This
            is my sleeping love.’on a bad day I lose words ( Read more... )

v.2

I wait for a bus
outside my wall-less house
holding my big cat
(one of the dreams where
he’s of course
alive)      a fire log
across my forearms

I get onto the bus
and as it lurches
re-order the tea
coloured
mis-numbered pages
of our stony
last letters
furtive as Papageno purrs

happy v-daze. as always, i accidentally wrote a poem on topic recently, unintentionally. damn, this one even says the day in it. last year's ' egyptologist on a date,' happened accidentally too. *bonus points to anyone who can find an intarweb-img of the Rembrandt print mentioned be-low. i'd love to share it with you, but apparently it's too hot for ( Read more... )

I noticed, in the routine way you notice the color of somebody’s eyes,
that Doreen’s breasts had popped out of her dress...
- Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

>> routineThe model skeleton was tilted so that I could see ( Read more... )

impressionable

I fall asleep
            with a Rembrandt
biography in bed

-awake to emulate
him
like a stray
self-portrait

epic hair
epic eyes
            a belladonna
            stare-
precise as a she-tiger
with a maul
         -stick

wot do you do when one of your editors thinks these are great/done and the other, uh, not at all in any way? post 'em locked. i guess.

( on hair )

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