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 a king.

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 is marc my nick on-line is gabe – gab­riel – i…

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?

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 Of for­get­ting what I…

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 not really here, though there’s room…