Chartreuse

The scream­ing shout­ing madness Quivers on the tip of my tongue, Trembles in my lip, yowls in the Edges of my clench­ing. I want to Unleash hur­ricane fury, crash down A hand slap­ping a fly into oblivion, An ava­lanche crush­ing beyond...

Misplaced

I lose phrases every day I mis­place them and frantically Search the house, pock­ets, drawers. Some­times I find them, but less often. It’s what I always thought If I don’t write, I won’t remember. It all fades. I try not to go...

Coffee

I remem­ber distinctly how it felt to stretch up into the cab so high above the ground little feet on the footrest hand on the jamb clam­ber onto the seat and the smell of coffee hes­sian in the back of the van, beans rolling fit for...

marc rose introduces himself

hi my name is marc rose i’m around 6 foot give or take an inch i have long auburn hair and a goatee well my hair’s not as long as i’d like and it’s a bit too wavy but it’s shoulder length i’m about 7 inches, cut my name...

atomic

I read the texts of technoscience and I think again of you. Am I bound to you for life, the invis­ible dance of we pair, destined to intric­ate avoidances?

opening lines

I am too often on the edge of myself. I am mapped through my vary­ing ethnographies And find myself anchor­less in the eddies Of integ­rity; it is an inform­a­tion age. My head buzzes with the fear of ignorance And I have already begun the long process...