What would you say to Andy Warhol?

With the birth of the internet, what would you say to Andy Warhol? “In the past, everyone was famous for 15 minutes.”

I Cannot Hold The Wind (poem)

for Laura I cannot hold the wind I can open this hand and let it pass through I cannot hold my name I can open this mind and let it pass through I cannot hold your love I can open this heart and let it pass through I cannot hold my life I can […]

Limitations Of Man

I want to be a beautiful woman who loses a philosophical argument by growing old to understand feminism I want to be a beautiful woman who wins a philosophical argument by growing old to understand feminism Picture Source: https://www.pexels.com/photo/girl-portrait-26180/

Want (poem)

I want to begin where I left off I want to go somewhere where I am not but I don’t really want that I want you to hold my hand or at least be within arms reach should I need to reach out or have you glance at me to conceal connubial regard a passing […]

Humming (for Glenn Gould) poem

I want to be a grave robber or a dentist pulling teeth out No! The irreconcilable difference of a tax return that has whiskers and bad breathe No! Our former Canadian Prime Minster MacKenzie talks to ghosts, the current Prime Minister Trudeau listens to people Trees are alive with the idea of rain from the […]

Happy (poem)

“I am happy all the time“ “Recently, at my father’s funeral, this bothered many people….” “People, family, friends before the funeral had not mentioned to Mother how unusual and strange it is that I am happy all the time, but under these circumstances with Dad’s death many were extremely bothered by my happiness at […]

I Don’t Notice This (poem for Virginia Woolf)

like countries ideas cannot exist without borders sometimes, I disagree with this I disagree with myself and I fights me when I talk to other people this happens and I don’t notice this Painting by Christiaan Tonnis Source: https://www.flickr.com/photos/christiaan_tonnis/15815866621 C.C. 2.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0/

Birth (poem)

dilated disarm counting language with a feeling with a penchant for wine drift of languorous attention a reason to slip through the clouds through her thighs birth, before the yellow sun melts before the corner of lips smile minefield curse, affect deadpan face cottons soft and paint cries rung of ladder, high and dry in the […]

Love

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