#cecallender

This is from a section of a larger piece I am working on. It starts at the 505th line in a segmented, long form poem.

Hissing and snapping, Lernaean beast that engenders the darkness, That covers the depths to land of shades, Hidden between a snow-white belly and spine, Can be heard the sounds of faint oceans, Indistinct rushing gives babbling liaison, Speaking to the demiurge’s creation. They…

In verdure grows the fowl, as well as the pleasant

West of the wastes do hinder this fate,

that the injuries of innocent oppress.

Enthrall this make of humility,

Pride of enchanted growth inside,

the groaning minds of us whom are distress.

All of Providence does sway,

as the ply feather in the storm and wind.

Those who are an idol to virtue of blind fortune,

blindly must prove their friendship,

t…

Meager Notions Of Me

Do you feel like you are at home? Is there a standard of victory placed with a thrust into the grounds near where you bed? There is a red weathered flag flowing in tatters on the hill. We lay beside the dense banks that slope intensely and irrevocably to the east. As I follow the incline down I can see the landscape before me widen into a dense green forest littered with the twinkling lights of…

This was written in between the times that I have had no communications online and is being posted automatically by wordpress.

I am obsessed with artful disappearance. In every case where I could see a way to walk away and come back later with mystery, I…

Part One:

Tiny Room

 The spoiled room was newly mint. Broken down into several nice and rectangular shapes. They were splayed out erratically crying “modern” all over. The floor was a warm brown. The walls reminded me of burnt toast, dark in the middle…

Nothing here is green. Breaking out of the flat dry light yellow of the Mid-West into New England. It builds up in brown and red tints like billows of smoke across the meager and soft hills. The desolation that speaks to a narrative of failed economy,…