Cultural Capital
18 August 2014
A new poem.
13 December 2012
Sorcery of music! Listening to it some, as in sleep, become inexact imitations of themselves. Others, also out of...
06 April 2012
Some things there always are, some things a man must lose. Picasso paints a guitar, that way he sings...
10 October 2011
(Anniversary poem for Leo) Seen through a tear the world's a blur. No rainbow on an eyelash. It was the morning...