Chain Break - Audio

for equinox & equinox-ers
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-goosebumps rolling
expanses of skin not yet swaddled.
for soil and tree; fall is pentecost
tongues of fire turning skull chakras
into open hearths-

-graveyard tunes
shake over calcium-dirt and statue
they'll lend you old virtues
in exchange for a mercury dime
for each eye-

-germination ceases
and this veil thins. world's caul ragged and delicate
from sun. wood-smoke, honor my meditations:
"try to not levitate too far off the ground
before snow"

-for each eye
an iris,
expanding-

Acoustic Information

I have a soundcloud where I post readings of my poetry and field recordings of New York City & Brooklyn

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Recording of the poem City Primal

A Poem For You & Patti Smith

In the winter we’d make couscous in the kitchen.
The apartment was icy, the window would fog.
You cut my hair off, there was a mouse in the trap.
You hummed my name against my shoulder
and then there was an ocean in the kitchen
and it roared in my ears like night.
I told you I’d cry during the concert
and I did. With fingers so numb
that even pockets could not make them feel unalien.

In the kitchen, in the winter
it was icy, and we could not see outside.

White Collar Season 5

Alright!

I'm so stoked for Monday. I'll be starting work on Season 5 of the USA show White Collar as assistant to the producers. I'll essentially be a Jill-Of-All trades  for them, which suits me fine.

Wish me luck on the next 6 months!

Calling Cards Arrived!

City Primal: written in honor of the birthday of Mariano Henestrosa 2013

Our entire building hums,
as a beetle does before it takes to the air.
We break bread and give thanks and make things
with such frequency and repetition
that our awareness of time passing
is telescoping inward.

We’ll demand innocence,
but we know the hum,
this static-white-noise
in the field of our mind
is to remind
us that the ratio
of life lived
to life left to live
has shifted
the first of many times.

Climb six flights of tenement stairs
open the hatch to the roof so we
can drink green wine from flea market crystal.
It takes so little work to unhinge
there is little doubt that we are living doors.

We can calculate how concrete makes
geometric shapes between cities.
There is a cold front,
and coats are thin so we
cast a gaze across the skyline,
a play’s curtain.
Audacious, we cut holes
through and peek at the actors.

From the roof of that building
with it’s wild hum
like buzzing wings
we dopplar out
convinced that, tomorrow
we will lift avenues
and blocks
and all
with only our will.

Have You Seen This Girl?

New Project

Hello D-
I have come to miss our correspondences and conversations. They were often a font of both creative inspiration and intellectual challenge. Though our exchange of letters has become one sided, I feel the compulsion to continue as though you are still listening. Kurt Vonnegut often says that it is much better to write for one person rather than many.  So I am creating a digital Wunderkammer of things I want to share with you. Wunderkammers, sometimes called Curiosity Cabinets, were early forerunners to the museums of today. They contained everything from works of art to medical oddities.

I have little hope that they will find you for a few reasons. Because of the last things that we said to one another. Because you do not want to be found.Because you are bright enough to turn your will into reality.

But maybe one day your face will materialize from the crowd.

Chain Break

for equinox & equinox-ers
-----------------------------------

-goosebumps rolling
expanses of skin not yet swaddled.
for soil and tree; fall is pentecost
tongues of fire turning skull chakras
into open hearths-

-graveyard tunes
shake over calcium-dirt and statue
they'll lend you old virtues
in exchange for a mercury dime
for each eye-

-germination ceases
and this veil thins. world's caul ragged and delicate
from sun. wood-smoke, honor my meditations:
"try to not levitate too far off the ground
before snow"

-for each eye
an iris,
expanding-

The Yes Factory

            Yes is a chance that you take.

           

           Yes is a positive word that lays a cruel path. When we say it we step into the unknown. There are more possibilities with a Yes, and more work.

            When we say Yes we open ourselves to long drives around the lake at midnight with half a tank of gas and bummed cigarettes, to the possibility of heartbreak in public on 14^th street, to getting our noses broken at the dive bar with the sticky floor, to a new life that is never what you expected it to be, for better or for worse.

            The people whose lives have changed mine have always been those marked by the mystical powers of Yes. They live with hope and courage in a world that seeks to rob us of those virtues. The declaration of Yes carries an oath to change our way of being. It promises to alter us with the heat of our own fire.

            The writings on these pages are the work of those who took a chance. I asked people to send me their delicate wild ones. Pieces that refused to ignore pain or darkness, but greeted it like an old friend, and still said Yes in the morning. I hope you enjoy the work that follows.

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Please enjoy the first issue of The Yes Factory. It's free to download or to read digitally.

Live through this

...and you won't look back