Cheltenham page in Otoliths 23

These Cheltenham poems were released in Otoliths in 2011.

The Posit Trilogy: Deposit: Waiting for Dawn Ananda at the Bean Cafe

Waiting for Dawn Ananda at the Bean Cafe

To have to play a hand

(shall I ever get a hand in?)

poker gives you five fingers—

yet I catch in the South St. air

ten fingers or a spider's eight legs,

immobilized behind a dense space—

From The Posit Trilogy in Otoliths 32

A page in the new Otoliths: poems from The Posit Trilogy. Thanks to ed. Mark Young.

You can purchase Otoliths 32 here. 

Beams: Madame Psychosis: Becky Grace

for Becky Hilliker

It’s woven into her, that polo

shirt. She might even fuck w/ it.

Not “we”, post-we or sub-we, but

just “pseudo”, “quasi”, “ersatz”.

Nothing w/ “self” in it; nothing

implying discrete boundaries.

Becky isn’t bounded, or has

boundlessness woven into her…

Polo shirts are what they are,

remain so. If I say “objective

correlative”, I bring string into it,

so that Becky might be

strung up. I don’t deny a “literal”

element, or that Becky might stay in.

All I mean is, between “us”, there’s

“more-than-us”. That’s what I’m

“getting at”; it’s woven into me

Otoliths 30 goes live!

Otoliths 30, featuring work from myself, John Tranter, Ray Farr, and many others is live now!

You can purchase Otoliths 30 here. 

When You Bit... in its entirety

For Dawn Ananda

And so the table unfolds before us,
ashtray eye-beams and saucer-eyed sentences,
coats put on for the chill November wind
that reaches around, a kind of strong-armed
curse, an anti-benediction, as if some ruddy
pope put a backwards rhyme on our spoons so
that nothing could ever be born from this tryst
but a moon-child cast up into the stratosphere,
without reason for leaving the ground...