Why try to get published when you can post your poetry on the Internet?
Ph.D.’s to be in a course on the economics of transition – boards of equations occasionally quavering voice of the professor stopping apologizing for the lack of good theory in this area. If I knew what he thought that I assumed that he was thinking I would have laughed. The transition, to a Russian the … Continue reading economists
in times of despair I make faces in a mirror, or imagine myself in front of a house here, their … pulling petals off a daisy, I let the days fall away
“Go to the mall,” the car engines hum to the young, weary would-be heroes the Amazon grooming before battle the blood-letting liberator of thought the defender searching for the righteous the artist without patron or audience. Through a plane glass door on a brick horizon the procession by car, foot, bus, train leads into a … Continue reading ode to a shopping mall
Scientific mind, discovering your own program, run this: a gorilla flings feces at captivated zoo visitors.
Horses mount wheels and their bodies turn stiff, gleaming with chrome. Roads spread like vetch that stays dry but still grows. The bottom of the icebox heats up. Lids pop. A shouted call crosses the continent. A light switches on, then off, then on again, again. I live, not fearing death, but wondering: is my … Continue reading foresight