Solitary Figure

Onto

2010-02-03T09:53:00.002-07:00

Strum underscores a sibling. The heat of its making, a riff, a lick. The Shelf has pranks and philosophies. Stringing one string to another, unblink. Clink of mixed clichés open the English like a fig.

Dos-à-dos

Remix

2009-11-24T20:37:00.004-07:00

Scratch (2nd cut)

‘Burb a vicious experiment. Tentative tenements in the crossword. Garage and grocery doors snub birdsong, as if a separate species of closure.

One politic line bleeds into the next. Nobody arrives in the narrative, receives the inevitable, takes endearment right in the kisser.

One monkish audience bleeds into the next (shy collectors, sniped upskirt). The anonymous branch turns to speak.

Vaseline version of self. Airbrush a vacuum; nature has an opinion. Bitten cheek desires to drink.

Congeal, collide, pass in the night. Some structure has been imposed. Flies backward out of sight, out of sightedness. Lapse retired, retried. A twisted wire restraint.

Everything omen bears repeating. Flourishing collections incarnate again, it may yet prove interesting.

Desire authors the uncertain dear. Pill dies becoming.

L'Originale

Collect

2009-09-19T15:11:00.006-06:00

Springy shoe blips the stalks, catches flags in action. The march of coppers quiets by frost a stew and dumpling. Breakdown is fueling the supernova. Implosive light, cardinal fishes limp down to sand and up to bright thin air.
Thoughs

Period

2009-06-04T14:56:00.004-06:00

It placed the snow upon the blades. Seep succumbed to blaze. Crack undone, unmade, dissipated into traction as stretch or sieve. Mark rejoined the fray. And then again, and again, and again.
Wrist

Long

2009-03-17T19:21:00.003-06:00

The aloe sings with the abacus. Chunks of earth blank into some sky, this eastward place of here. Crimp lifts naked where the bomb is quietest. Mandible composes crunch, articulates the magnanimous barb. Nevertheless, there is a rose on the sill. Vermiculite offends the siphon.
Mine

Found

2008-05-22T21:13:00.003-06:00

Follow the familiar face. Wash out/derail/dodge at the edges, at the center, everywhere till it doesn't matter. Current to the side, out to sea. My tomatoes will suffer, all seven dozen of them.

Bound

Calibre

2008-05-19T03:01:00.003-06:00

Crass insects infect the void. The trap is to the prey. A collander takes wisps for granted.
Sustain

Disparate

2008-01-07T16:00:00.001-07:00

Illustrious is the term for a shining example. "Why does electricity shock people?" "Because it cannot conduct itself." The borders are illuminated by centers which propagate without edges. Mask and freckle make sets to embrace the eyes. The smallest pest is a destiny. Were it winter, flakes could be made of paper, could be cut, relinquished. Imagine them falling, and melting.
Winter

Cartouche

2008-01-04T14:15:00.002-07:00

All of the naming is risky business, a precious glaze, an altering varnish. Turntables link sun and sun.
Branch

Dihedral

2008-01-04T13:50:00.001-07:00

The board is a perfect excuse. Its grain keeps telling. What withers westerly waxes wanton wherever. The xylem primes against foes. The foes are oblivious.
Chevron

Quark

2007-12-10T16:48:00.001-07:00

Clipped hairs ring on market ice. Porous sky hovers with mink and hedgehog locked. The clamour is simmering, mutinous, the tang of a knife. Finds purchase into sacred fog which does not touch the ground.

He carries a lentil until it drowns. He matches wit for carriage. He stomps the erasure, then plants the mark.
S H I F T

Pumice

2007-09-28T16:19:00.001-06:00

Comment hangs in air, cloud in a glass. Stuffed gibbon ignores the rocker of the chair.

Donkey

Face

2007-09-10T20:36:00.002-06:00

Sweat is a medium of attention. The color breaks, salt bears miniscule essences, all cherishable. Keratin of a surgeon, claw of cashier. Dust appears to reside on the surface, appears to bear resemblance to similarities that look alike. Caution keeps sweeping under the porch, which is under a swing, which is under the tapestry, which is under you.
Montanity

Grain

2007-09-07T15:29:00.001-06:00

The mix is fine, she is steamed. Behind, there is no corridor, there is substance. The third bell rung, a horse descended. Peopled and planked. Gulliver had a fantastic time, a ship lost, a ship gained. Amplitude of a wave, the plenitude converged. The middle of the fancy is plain.
Salt

Blink

2007-09-07T15:17:00.001-06:00

Clarify for me the deliverance of space. Where roams the plant diffuse, dendrites of liberation leak and loam. Sighs the breath of meme, the breath of chose. La. La.
2River

Please

2007-08-28T18:48:00.001-06:00

In space between tools is an air of waiting. Patience as valid as dust. Mustiness is like a freshet, flowing into handedness of threads. There again, perhaps it's only the longevity of a spore, its lobo wandering blind. I could be pleased by this as easily. And you?
Topologically Green

Sleep

2007-08-28T15:48:00.001-06:00

The well holds several minutes of sunshine. It can sparkle around in there, dissipating to a brink, to a shade of green. When the frog rises, which it will, there is a golden light, not of balls, but the moon once removed. Reflection is an aim. Absorption is a given.
Hundertwasser

Horns

2007-03-08T07:56:00.001-07:00

The old barn has quite a lean to it, taken in a fight with a tractor. Logs two cubits deep will assume the parallel another hundred, infinitesimal flex be damned. Sad nietsche, silly kant, stopping everything to write it down.
Silly

Avalon

2007-03-06T12:02:00.001-07:00

Crisp is a fine feature. Linearity can have culinary benefits. Mist above the middle of a lake is the most substantial. Eventually this chaff must come together, exist as humus, sprout again. Curve may be ideocentric, but straight is serious silly. The fun of it is.
'networks

Worrybeads

2007-03-05T10:33:00.001-07:00

A blister presents a face. Bare seeds belie the limit of a manageable sum. When a poem enters a river, a universe gets its wings. Your tea is cold, a sign of sudden incubation. It's another one-liner day.
Postmods

Smudge

2007-01-19T12:16:00.001-07:00

Planes will lift the way albums fall, pearlescent papers tasting of the new cloud. Cliffs spew into air. Philodendrons with abrasion inherent spot the path. And yet houses are full of them.
Wolf

Sill

2006-12-11T12:15:00.001-07:00

Hinge is a major theme. Shadows cast by doors swing in or out. Unlike a magpie, often it has only one note, though it can be said to mock, to fly. Each grain of appearance makes a window, a fenster. And then undertows the sleeping wards into the depths of day. Hereup rise rhythms, you have noticed. I have noticed. That is all intimate.
Eva

Scratch

2006-11-26T20:58:00.002-07:00

The hollow bones of birds give them their flight, or else flight puts space inside the bird. All marrow occupies a convoluted space. A feather zips, a talon is at a distance from its motive meat. The tether of a wing is naked.
Seahorse

Geode

2006-11-15T15:47:00.002-07:00

Strands hold together. Bulbs extend themselves out of sight. Small cysts of light clatter into cracks both sensed and imagined.
Seedman

Futuretone

2006-11-13T11:48:00.001-07:00

The wind might carry a poisonous pigment to you. You might know it by a color which could have no other purpose but color. Therefore do not eat it. The wind might take leaves from you, sending them on where you refuse to go. Perhaps a nanocyte will make a hard drive of your trillionth cell, and you will have to decide if you are dust, or if you are light.
Taken

Inflection

2006-11-07T10:58:00.002-07:00

It could be poetry, it could be location. It could be the lotus nibbled by a hungry predator. In the press to illuminate, the past spans as a stretched glove. Writings in temples take the temples with them. So we say, the temple is of the writer.
International

Hipbone

2006-11-06T10:46:00.001-07:00

Absence breeds, and presence resounds. Dissolution is eventual. Hard to miss the bullseye of peace when you see it. There are materials after materials after materials . . . Where is today's question? On Okinawa, sand is shaped by the water and by the wind. In here the space is limited.
Ludi

Uta Barth

2006-11-02T20:59:00.001-07:00

Are there silences without plinths in vision? Or is vision a custom of reflection, one part plight, one part adoration of reception?
Adore

Yesterday's Imp

2006-11-02T08:58:00.002-07:00

Just find the inconsistency in the monster to denude him. Could your picture be so bold? So spare? So damned, charmed, and feathered like a flicker, sudden sun under the wing as you look up.
How to Paint

Veritas Ver(s)

2006-11-02T08:53:00.001-07:00

How do you pronounce it? Does it hum like a rubbed fiddle? Trickle like a brook? No "brooks" in the West, hence no brook trout. The Continent Divides here.

Currently the icicles run to the sidelike, pointing the way to run. Go underground, my chicks! in the sense of surround yourself with earth.
Babelfish

Are you underhanded?

2006-11-01T14:09:00.001-07:00

Is there a template for action? Are you underhanded enough for this? It could be the mirror of winter left out to compost in spring. I knew, once, a peat from which sprung the very thing in bloom that shadows vesicles in flight. It was a small thing, turned and clever, winking at a stone that wasn't there.
Slow Food