Head Like A Colander

I forget what it was for now only that I had to have it near I’m not sure if that’s still so but if it’s likely to be important I wouldn’t want to let it go Advertisements

I Am Am I

Am I thing, reified by the registration of my birth Required to prove my identity With a certificate of authenticity Or is my merely being proof enough That I am no thing, deified by the fact of my birth And nothing in-between Either-or, one or t’other. Is deification preferable to reification And is that the…

STIPENDEN JONES

IN DARK PLACES AND HIGH PLACES IN PLACES SO FAR REMOVED FROM OTHER PLACES THAT FEW HAVE EVEN IMAGINED THEM, ACROSS OCEANS OF SAND AND WATER STIPENDEN JONES BESTRODE AND BEGAT LIKE THE FATHER OF THE RACES OF MEN OUGHT TO THE LAST OF HIS KIND STIPENDEN JONES LIVED ON THE FRINGES OF EVERY CIVILISATION…

Ways of Being Human Forgotten

In the beginning was the touch an arm stretched across the gulf between you and me the movement of fingers in fur (the -ologist within the primate dismisses it as grooming) touch kept the word at arms length as nothing need be said where skin to skin relate fingers in fur, communication pure. But somewhere,…