(Sketch Poem): In Bardo with Beckett Eating Celery Sticks
cruunNNCHH beckons the thicket of //
Green stalk fibers.
Tag: sketch
Man sits behind screen, not in front of it.
Many English speakers make the claim, “I sit in front of a screen all day.” This would imply the screen sits behind “me.” Yet, no doubt the screen sits squarely in front of me, even as you read these words from behind yours. Were I the screen, I would instead see a human face in…
(Poem): blue-eyed sky
My gaze scrapes the blue-gray skyline //
Over scores of peaks and bumps of shadow //
A reservoir peeks out like an alien-Lump, a stumpy kind of ship //
Sitting adrift there on the shore of the broken skyline