selected past writing at 42opus
Because we stash words
in our temporal lobes
in pairs—best friend with dog,
dog with cat, catatonia with last Friday, fried
eggs with broken plate—
we see associations before we say them: …
30 July 2009 | poetry
Always I send what can only be called love.
Eating goat cheese & our friend's salad
we are frivolous as pronouns.
2 September 2004 | poetry
The fisherman threatens to climb philodendrons with daisy cutters. Threatens to mount his motorbike barebacked. Ursula emerges from behind stacked bricks. Like hyenas they thrash in ghetto-rage.