Delicate Operation

by May 15, 2024 0 comments

all hindrances stripped away anything unnecessary cut flayed from the bone with precision like a goddamn surgeon steady hand he’s going in slice dice rearrange . . . shh . . . eye need quiet nip tuck sutures ah, much better let the ritual begin time to get loud

To a Younger Poet

by May 14, 2024 0 comments

How little perhaps words can convey except in the hands of a genius. Though I am a creative person, I am a puritan rather than an aesthete. I know human life is terrible. I know that it is utterly unlike art. I have no religion except my own task of being. Conventional religions are dream stuff. Always a world of …

Scattered Traces

by May 13, 2024 0 comments

I take myself to inner thought like I’m in the dentist’s chair and listen to the rumours spiralling around my head, each occupant manipulating, fragmenting traces of truth from deception to deflection causing a disconnect from reality. I interrogate them one by one starting with doubt; I ask what troubles you? but as this line of enquiry leads deep into …

Midnight Blue Café Ladies Room Floor

by May 11, 2024 0 comments

She caught the Tokyo trolley For Midnight Blue Café There was a micro dose in her Daphne Martini, & she was scanning the Tokyo Sun A stain spread into the napkin Which her zucchini bread could not explain Two dancers mimed a knife fight Transfixed by the violet gel The light is liquid she whispered Her blood itself was violet …

junk bar

by May 10, 2024 0 comments

the bear strolled through the streets and no one looked at him twice for junk fairytales are no-holds-barred. he strutted into the bar, ordered bourbon straight and the horse offered some complimentary nuts. they talked philosophy, the drinker was too preoccupied with Sartre and the barman loathed the conversation. some patrons in the corner hee-hawed, what for they had no …

Kung Fu Fighting

by May 9, 2024 0 comments

I have become sixty years old, but I still have this prevalent vision before my eyes, which is neither impressive nor sublime to the censorious inhabitants of my home-town: I see myself on the dance floor, rhythmically interacting to Kung Fu Fighting as I did when I was fourteen, touring Alexandria and frequenting one particular nightclub, where I imbibed solid …

Sorrow

by May 8, 2024 0 comments

I was born with a sadness And I carried it within Through the years of my aging, Learning and forgetting: Songs and their meaning, Culled stories, people in rain. I was born like this and I’ll die Just like this; all of my longing And my raging; things That occur, only disappear The absence of meaning, This futile fading; Relearning, …

Laundry Day

by May 7, 2024 0 comments

As i wait to swap loads i miss the laundromat with its green tile floors and the dreamy faces of the beautiful girls wearing headphones their eyes closed subtly they would nod to a secret song that takes them away from the laundromat until the dryer runs out of time – Jonathan S Baker

WORDS UNSPOKEN

by May 6, 2024 0 comments

Like veiled whispers, fallen leaves cast dry shadows along gray stillness. Autumn’s desertion… Nature’s pattern of decay dangles in cycles. Love me, love me not… To be, or not to have been… Possibilities? Stagnant hope shreds outlook I miss our conversations our ghostlike laughter. Just one syllable? My window is wide open… Why not catch the breeze? Scattered, crumbling leaves …