Waiting on the ultimate trick salvage of time
andiron dreams burning in the night of zebra time

construct my interstitial leisure out of winks
in the eye, turquoise tiger eye, and topaz of time

the desert is an ocean with the life underground
these words of Graywyvern will run till dawn the gauntlet of time



One summer i walked so much that my shoes started coming apart, so i found a clothing bank--it may well have been Breitenbush--and got some others to wear: mustard colored from long soiling, two or three sizes too large (i called them my :"clown shoes"). I wore them the rest of my travels.


"It's as if American audiences think American culture is straightforward enough to warrant only linear narratives, as if complicated, contradictory lives are only lived by people in unfamiliar cultures."


Baroque Tribute to Enya.


Arch Oboler.


What are the Jesus Sutras?


The Pocketa, Pocketa School.


Weststruckness.