Category: Writing & Literature

A (broken) line of ants: for Warren Dean Fulton if you cannot say it give your tongue time to adjust Christine McNair, Dalhousie Blues 1. For/to the anonymous poet So, you say. 2. What’s the face you had before you were born? Possibly, smoother. …

The Song of the M50 I am the wind and the waves the price of Glasnevin graves ever rising I am the last vision of spring the final Vista that Windows brings I am the book of scientology the salsa king of codology the …

from Concrete The invention of concrete was I imagine greeted with dismay by slaves: the advance of their master’s industry towards a greater state – indentured, they found new formulas simply created structures more quickly than before. We have seen it grow around us, …

Ranger Dominance Woken from short sleep before dawn, drowsy time for knock and searches compulsory co-operation Didn’t know what to say so I said Roger that Sir! Waking women invading homes rooftop snipers aim: neck, thigh under threat, return fire Didn’t know what to …

Being curious about the self-publishing world, I decided to investigate the very obscure world of the eBooks Industry. The reviews are so mixed and the information on the web so overwhelming, the approach to the medium is still very confusing for most wannabe writers. Yet the temptation to …

The Unredeemed Thief Once the earth stopped groaning after the storm had passed they took us down from the weeping trees and laid us dead on the steaming earth. They had broken our legs with masons’ hammers stripped our broken bodies bare the holy …

CRANK IT UP (for M.L.M.) on the highline may 1, 2011 crank it up reality – crank it up rest at its base exchange fruit / bar none pattern yourself after your fingertips your patterns ever changing like ever changing patterns ever changing distances …

The Honey Room Brother Al, in his hood, is out in his field making love to his bees. From my room I can see him move through his hives the way people should move among people. The bees give him gold and the gold …

Holiday The din of computer fans the crush of waterfalls milk, cracked from coco-nuts cold tea, dribbled down chin the warmth of freshly printed paper the heat of sun-baked sand flip-flops lost at sea work-shoes and blisters the soft sound of fresh fruit, cut …