• I barely remember… Barely remember… Those nights I drowned in deep pools of desire, so dizzy with the knowledge I was one with the wind the night the moon the death… I cried and cried and ached… But silence was my only kiss. • Now, now, I roam these woods searching for that lonely [...]
DOOMTROOPERS
A VERY FAST DESCENT INTO HELL • TRADE PAPER EDITION
EXIT VECTOR
NUMINA
ALWAYS APOCALYPSE ALL THE TIME
• for Paul DiNovo • We are ruled by the moon. Werewolves, schizoids, fools. Dragging up and down The coastline of our life. • No drowning season, this. Nothing so fancy. Just another month, Another death Without fanfare Flowers or even cinders, Another eclipse in the sky And broken toys Lolling in the tide. • [...]
FIRES OF VENUS, THE WRAP UP: A Few Notes on the Art
UPDATED/REVISITED 8/29/09: Ah, the joy of working in scripts. I love wordpress, but she is an unforgiving machine. One tiny change made, and poof! The whole thing goes to pieces. Text and images everywhere. I know how to fix this, but it would be an extremely tedious and time consuming labor, and just another excuse [...]
FIRES OF VENUS: “Victory at Sea”
VICTORY AT SEA for Jack Damien Boucher Imagine for a moment we were never born… never carved from the misplaced passion of our parents, never carried from room to room and gently told this is that and that is this, never set down to dry in the sun after splashing all afternoon in our rubber [...]
FIRES OF VENUS: “Erotomania”
EROTOMANIA It goes like this We wind each other Like clocks gone crazy Whipping bands of burnt sienna Coil around her arms Her thighs her wrists her stomach Our mouths Finally freeze, learn words again Giant pictures Looming above highways Show us how it’s done Books fly off shelves Pages peel themselves apart Spread flat [...]
FIRES OF VENUS: “Splinters”
SPLINTERS They must have been waiting all night for someone like you, these big boys who dance the dance of an earthquake in slow motion, their great flat faces immobile, hands fisted but ready for a quick blow in the bathroom or some twirly muscle fantasy. Crosses glimmer from the sweat and sheen of their chests. You free their smiles. [...]
FIRES OF VENUS: “Depth Charge”
DEPTH CHARGE So it has come to this: a shout, a sharp yank, a clenched fist metal drum punches the sky. The ocean is acid and crystal. Deep sea dreamer, this is for you. New York, 1993
FIRES OF VENUS: “My Nephew and The Butthole Surfers”
www.rotten.com MY NEPHEW AND THE BUTTHOLE SURFERS It usually begins with a sound not unlike the grinding of gears within the womb, pushing, pushing against walls of blood. But when the child finally cries the sound comes out backwards at the wrong speed. Each night my ten year old nephew surrenders to this sonic landscape, lies in [...]
FIRES OF VENUS: 2nd PULITZER FOR W. S. MERWIN
Reuters I know: this is not a news site. But since most of the literary news all week has been rightly focused on the loss of the towering J.G. Ballard, I thought it might not be the worst thing in the world to take a moment and recognize the awarding of a 2nd Pulitzer to [...]
FIRES OF VENUS: “Notes for a Poem Circa 1987″
NOTES FOR A POEM CIRCA 1987 This is a poem of family and death. Secrets. Drawn into the fluorescent light of the kitchen like a broken bone from split flesh. Candle, flame, wind, color, red, burn, thorn, brick, speed, wood, tree, wound, sore, fungus, cat, eat, room, family, sister, pain, movie, vertical, bomb, hair, love, blood, hunger, [...]
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