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ORRA!

Pencil crayon and crayon. From Plum Stuff.

THE SWISS THIN IMMIGRANT

shrinking in a wash of coffee

touched nothing but

the odd square caramel (and hairy

illustrated men)

 

 

Distressing, yes, yet we said

nothing, knowing it would only

snip the wrong wire

and blow us

to the tip of liberty’s pointy iron tiara

 

 

Her mother died

of the selfsame thin

in addition to cigarettes

 

 

Vexed at the end, an effect, said

the doc

of brain starvation

weighing no more than those

odd square caramels

we’d watched her pop

go boa-like down her throat

 

 

Tomorrow?  Grocery shopping

 

 

(From Plum Stuff; first published in Quarterly West.)

WHEN I COULD WALK NO MORE, I

stopped

at last

spat

on dust

and rested

 

From long walking

I was light as

soul

or soul and old raiment

glowing

through holes

like a waking house

 

 

On broad stone

holding

stone

 

I hold there still

I hold here

thinner by the year, yet

would you guess

less delicate, better?

This, and this also

is so

 

I speak

as no poet, no

shambling man, la-

menting desert’s

dry

and eye-long sand

 

I speak as

I am

a worn traveler, only

glowing

worn

from going

 

This be-

lieve

 

I’ll rest

till well; and well step

on

 

There’s more to my song than this

 

                                                                             

From Mavor’s Bones, and unpublished Gothic novel-in-poems.

VERTIGO

I’ll be reading things from Plum Stuff on the 23rd, at the Orange Izzy. Make it. 

Giant

MY MORNING COFFEE

“A cry of the author’s generation” – Transition’s Review of PLUM STUFF

(An extract from Carol Rempel and Laurie Rasmussen’s review, which first appeared in the Fall 2010 TRANSiTiON.)

Shakey

If Lived Today Shakespeare, He’d

 

too milky sea be

dubbed, ub-

scure

to swim

 

     Poor William

     I knew him

 

(c) 2010 Rolli

The Redoubtable Head of Actress Laura Dern

After a night of heavy drinking (three espressos), I awoke, reached for some paper, and drew the above. I have no idea why. Fine actress, though.

I have a new poem – “This Poem Has a Title (Duchess)” – in the October Elimae

In other news, look for a new short story – about crazed electro-chimpanzees – in the 2011 edition of The Labletter; a story about tea and madness in the fall issue of Transition; and a generous preview of my recent poetry/art book Plum Stuff on the publisher’s site.

More news to come …

“THE TROUBLE WITH ENGLISH IS IT’S A TERRIBLY UGLY LANGUAGE AND SOUNDS JUST AWFUL”

This and other shocking revelations in my interview with Writers News Weekly.

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