Tuesday, April 7, 2020

Gilded Words (Magnetic Poem #3)

Gilded Words

books are the solution

full of sound & beauty


                  follow the                     words

The Language of Art (Plunderverse Poem #5)

The Language of Art

language is intelligent, idiosyncratic,
                             a life's work                                      elements of
                       a seemless

                                                the artists' own words
                            the language
keening, strident, warlike, seductive


                                                              provocations, flashes


                                         profoundly awake
                                   eyes open

seizing the light
working under cover of darkness
                            obscuring darkness

Thursday, March 26, 2020

A Kafkaesque Self (Magnetic Poem #2)

                                      do you feel it?

                                                 ennui & delight
                                                beauty & languish
                                                obtuse & cunning

                                   this herculean banality

a Kafkaesque self

Monday, March 23, 2020

Slather Language Here (Magnetic Poem #1)

Creativity is like a deep well, and as long as you keep it nourished, its waters will be there for you.

During this time of self-isolation, I realized I need creative time to play and get away from screens. So, this series of poetic interventions into my day, via my fridge haha (thanks magnetic poetry!) is meant as a creative outlet.

Here's the first poem. But technically this is Day 9 of self-isolation.

slather language here
miscreant missives

a system for
fecund ennui

(N is for Neville who died of ennui
- Edward Gorey)

Wednesday, November 6, 2019

Fall Haiku

The last leaf whispers
"I want to stay with you, Tree"
Wind has other plans


I am the last leaf
I am always the last leaf
Until Wind finds me


The last leaf trembles
"Goodbye, Tree, until next time"
Wind comes out to play

Thursday, September 5, 2019

Zombie Self-Portrait (Plunderverse Poem # 4)

Zombie Self-Portrait

I remember the first year art had changed

the art making happened in the neglected rental
with strangely shaped rooms and walls
crawling with words 

and mysteriously the electricity was spotty
crackling, black-stained extension cords

ideal for her plans

astral abstractions on canvas and paper
graphite greys and jaundiced yellows

a figure made of nightmare

early evidence of zombification
long tresses of hair and insects
jellyfish sacs and vermin
snakes for flesh 
surrounding a grinning set of human teeth

dumpster-dive faces,
masks of mess

black hole covered over 
with an aggregate of natural wonders
and street horrors

Monday, July 29, 2019

The Spectacle (Plunderverse Poem #3)

The Spectacle

it comes back to the
icons of my personal history
the bizarreness of growing up,
my desire to collect,
this obsessive accumulation of information

archives for the show

I took the photograph of the original,
fascinated by familiar

half snowing, half raining
so precarious that they would seem to be falling