The Ghost Sonata

In a Manner of speaking I just want to say that I could never forget the way
you told me everything by saying nothing

In a manner of speaking I don't understand
How love in silence becomes reprimand
But the way that i feel about you
Is beyond words

Mon coeur reste toujours le meme...

losing sight of the bird as a bird
& not the bone-piercing sirens of my longing

bereaved,

thus expires then pines
for the spring in which it nurtured
with harrowed propagation

O' dystopic night--a bird of ill flight

from scattered light seismic where beat of blaring strobes
are otherwise fingers elongated

thin, thinner than rind-thin
thinner than the translation of skin

carve of demons
in ash

Forthcoming Publications

I find myself pecking away at Selby's List, and not really finding much to submit to that I haven't already submitted to before. There are a number of vispo/experimental mags, but the number is quite low. So what does one do when the pickings are slim? What can one do? Start a book, probably. I'm still in the process. It's an arduous process, to say the least. I am currently working on a small chapbook of theme-based poetry, and it is proving to be quite the project. I may be over-thinking it, or not thinking enough. I find myself stuck on the purpose of writing this work, stuck on making it "perfect" and intentional...maybe I should just say fuck it and do whatever. Eventually it will come out the way it is meant to be.

Aside from all of that drama, here are a couple magazines I will be in soon.

Siren (artwork)
Big Bridge (poetry)
Drunken Boat (artwork)
Pinstripe Fedora (poetry)
Indefinite Space (poetry)


2009 is turning into one exciting year. I look forward to the future.

Pressure Valve (a

Kill Me (Ce Soir)