Tuesday, December 31, 2024

Deep Wood's Woven Shade: Apparition Poem #1208


 

You bed down in a sty,
squeeze out your mind
like a rag, catch water
(usually greasy) in tins,
mix them up (murkiness
is not undesired), add an
edge of cyanide (or gin),
yet you know all the time
none of this will do much
good, or anything at all,
most of it is destined as
bricks in no wall, thus
does the blood spill, but
when you heal, how you
grab the sun & moon places
you where chemicals beg
your brain for admittance—

Sunday, December 29, 2024

Summer of Abs


It was a helluva summer. Memorable, for many reasons, and full of cliff-hangers, car chases, stooge imbroglios and other fracases. The most important thing for me, as a participant in the many-striped summer of 2024, is that I finally put pieces together to elevate, to the extent that I can elevate, Abby Heller-Burnham in the world. I've been working with Abby and Abby material since 2012. This summer, two pieces from Something Solid did the full levitational trick for Abs I needed them to do: Feast or Famine in The Seattle Star and PennSound, and Portal-ways in William Allegrezza's Moss Trill and PennSound. Now, many more people can see into this gifted painter the right way, through someone who cares about her deeply. Peace.

Tuesday, December 10, 2024

Fellating the Pickle


Fellating the Pickle, a standout piece from The Great Recession, on a 2012 On Barcelona page, with some other stuff.

Saturday, December 7, 2024

Plymouth-Whitemarsh: Book #2


The first book in my oeuvre to directly address Plymouth-Whitemarsh: autumn 2019's The Great Recession. As of late 2024, another missive directly from Ply-Mar begins its journey; the Beams sequel Dance Monkey, from Funtime Press. Will I  get to a trilogy? Who knows.