by phoenix | Aug 31, 1997 | Poetry, Uncategorized
from a Sestina attempt written 1996? this body with its blood pounding and nerves electric judders with raw life and shivers at your touch i am a shell you hold to your ear, and in its empty hollow hear the sounds of the sea. I’m...
by phoenix | Aug 2, 1997 | Poetry, Uncategorized
I have grown old and crabbed early in this winter air muscles filled with the crackling of disdain throat grown pained with clenched reprimands i am too soon snarled in a twine of negativity i do not startle when others cannot penetrate to the spring...
by phoenix | May 27, 1997 | Poetry, Uncategorized
I’m three kinds of awkward: the tack in the carpet the crumb in your throat the foot in my mouth I’m dead silent downcast eyes I’m a steam train in a daisy meadow my words are lepers shunned I’m infection I’ve got so many jagged edges no hole will...
by phoenix | May 16, 1997 | Poetry, Uncategorized
She asks me to write about work, as if there can be any hues worth comment in this dusty place. The clamour and the endless cry of tortured equipment, squealing beeps and electronic collisions. I parry with flutes and viola...
by phoenix | Mar 16, 1997 | Poetry, Uncategorized
if i am writing to you again (and it seems odd, i admit) i turn to you to lament if i am writing to you now, i confess, it is merely procrastination: i should be writing dull news for other readers partly, this letter is...
