Posted in other peoples stuff, poems, poetry on May 4 | No Comments »
Here is a poem by Damian Sebouhian, he lives in Northern California, is 37, divorced, and enjoys cheese.
Gospel Accordingly
1.
Put my sins behind your back, saving one for the sleeve.
Death cannot sing your praise.
The grass withers and the flowers fall,
but do not be afraid. The flesh cannot count
the sheep of your worry.
Save your manna for the [...]
Posted in poems, poetry, pointlessness on April 9 | No Comments »
1
The expedition began in the toe.
The smallest of spaces made new again.
The place where you keep all your future deaths compacted.
No one was sure if we were winning the war or not,
all information was received via an accounting of the stars.
Better luck next time.
2
After reaching the summit we turned around and headed back down.
No one [...]
Posted in flash fiction, poems, pointlessness, prose poetry on April 2 | 3 Comments »
In The Latest Novel The Character Whose Name is a Vague Biblical Allusion meets Everyman. It is the turbulent 60’s and Everyman is from a well to do Northern Family while The Character Whose Name is a Vague Biblical Allusion is from a poor southern backwater town, but who nonetheless is wise and worldly. [...]
Posted in poems on March 29 | 1 Comment »
If the rain thinks
that this is an emergency,
can we organize it
into something like speech?
*
Never a mountain wanted
over rain;
its formlessness is a
repetition tho
of [...]
Posted in poems on March 22 | 1 Comment »
from part 4 of: Return to the Island of Used Miss Americas
The fire raged for days before anyone noticed. Body by body house by house the entire town burned to ash. When old man Hutchins was burnt he left behind a map for his children to use. “There is nothing better in this [...]
