privacy, publicity and civic space

All right, I’m finally bored enough to use this thing for gen­eral dis­sem­in­a­tion of info… I’ll add a thesis rant so I’m still within the charter I ori­gin­ally set for myself (grin). The first link is a Web archive of an e‑mail sent by News­day...

Lonely

i want to write about us, about intimacy about intensity and misunderstanding i want to sob uncontrollably in your safety but you are not there i rub at my elbows loose skin and wistfulness wonder about the future dwell on the soft comma...

Mushroom dreams

Aged fif­teen I dream of mush­room clouds and blind­ing light tra­cing bone skeletons in ash on footpaths. Every night I burn like a shak­ing monk like a 9‑year-old napalm-backed like a woman like a wife. Every night my...

Toledo

Novem­ber is here and my mood has shif­ted with the warmer weather. I had two good poetry gigs: the “mad­ness and des­pair” one had the hoped-for cath­artic effect and the “sex and debauch­ery” one was steamy and sensual. Anyhow, this poem has now had a bit...