Calypso

In the oldest texts, they say Odysseus was “wily:” that he known for his many wiles, even that he was “possessed” of wiliness. Most of us now associate “wily” with a certain bumbling coyote, but in the old days, before any of our modern society existed, it was different: you needed your senses to be […]

Dragon’s Breath

Flashback: Thinking about the way it felt to be next to you last December. I remember cupping my mouth onto your shoulder and neck in an “O” shape and blowing hard, so that my hot breath was pushed through the cotton of your cardigan and oozed across your skin like warm honey. Sometimes just being […]

Harvest (or, An Exhortation To Outcasts) – Poetry In Situ

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Untamed

[ “Give me a wildness whose glance no civilization can endure…” -Henry David Thoreau ] There is something in me of savagery. I feel it, gripping in my chest, caught in my throat, A cold wind whispering on my shoulders sending chills down my back like streaks on cheekbones of black sap and ash. I […]

Make Love Poems! – Live Poetry Event, Feb 25th

#allwedoismakelovepoems Single admission – $15 Couples discount – 2 tickets for $20 ALSO AVAILABLE – Special “Date Night” package – 2 tickets for $80 The Date Night price includes two tickets and a romantic care package carefully crafted by a local caterer, including specialty chocolates, gourmet nibbles, and wine pairings from local vineyards. -Limited Availability- […]

Makeshift Cosmos

Skin is the most beautiful barrier that I know of. On the coast of Belgium, I strip bare and let my dignity disperse with the wind. I taste freedom, ether dribbling down chin. I let my bare feet splay like cats claws on the beach. Always, I am full to the brim with the inheritance of my […]

Location, Location, Location

I am only just now discovering my taxonomic location my niche in this slithering, cryptic existence filled with birdsong, neil young, and full, firm lips. but even the small uncoverings of the past 13 months are suspect. I suspect that they are not the product of sturdy reasoning, but merely true in the same way […]

Cellphone Swandive – Confessions Of A Closet Luddite

On a sunny day last August, I was perched on the bluffs in West Van, off of Marine Drive, just soaking in the scenery with shopvac eyeballs, basking in sunshine and salt spray, when I had this incredible urge, overpowering even, to whip my cellphone off the cliff as hard as I could, and if […]

The Digitalis Project

>> “Digitalis |ˌdijiˈtalis| (noun): a drug prepared from the dried leaves of foxglove and containing substances (notably digoxin and digitoxin) that stimulate the heart muscle. It is used…ORIGIN late 18th cent.: from the modern Latin genus name of the foxglove, from digitalis (herba)‘(plant) relating to the finger,’ from digitus ‘finger, toe’; suggested by German Fingerhut ‘thimble or foxglove.’” [New Oxford American Dictionary] Digitalis, drug obtained from the dried leaves of the common foxglove […]

Entrez Vouz

“Every poet who is writing has love poems. More accurately, every person EVER has love poems – even if they haven’t written them down, there are bound to be love poems and little scrawled notes of hopes and dreams, stacked up inside of them, like old newspapers lining the hallways of a hoarders apartment, waiting to […]