Little Billboards #9
Her hand cups the rain,while my ears cup her laughter.Then–daylight thunder.
"But in civil strife, even villains rise to fame." ~ Plutarch
Her hand cups the rain,while my ears cup her laughter.Then–daylight thunder.
Eating the TaleStrategies of foodshould be read by anyonewho likes a long, cold burnimpassioned with clarity. This is eating the tale. Pay homage to disease,obesity, abuse, corruption, danger,to math, to…
I wrote this Robert Frost/Marvin The Martian poem for a pop culture poetry anthology that ultimately didn’t get published or funded or something. Maybe reading Robert Frost’s “Desert Places” and…
You can follow Emma on Twitter and at A Century of Nerve, and why not check out her new book House Is an Enigma, as well. It’s fantastic. Originally published at Eunoia…
Every banner says“Now Hiring” victims.The task of the branded.
I feel as out of place as the steel drums on the Commando soundtrack.
PrioritiesGrowing, its package solid. A tool movement portrait,wake-up call, super-size serving. This is a scantily examined anatomical portrait.Talented. Considerable. A good long time for this age of disease.A flair–an arsenal–points…