Unsent Love Letter to Virginia Woolf (a poem)

[Scrawled on the steps of 46 Gordon Square, London, England, April 2014]   Dearest Vergie,   It may please you to know I took some time out of my busy itinerary today to visit you in Bloomsbury. I rang, but you must have missed the bell. that’s okay, most of us won’t even have well-wishers... Continue Reading →


May Contain Other Tree Nuts (a poem)

Call me an optimist but I look forward to the day when  I find a pecan or an almond in a fresh batch of pistachios (try saying that five times fast).   Back of a used napkin math here: In a lifetime, I have probably cracked into ~22 kgs of pistachios and never do I... Continue Reading →

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I Seek the Bots

hashtagged, optimized, baptized by Google first page fresh meat desperate kid like like love? ok, let's not scroll too far three clicks, buzzwords, news cycling fake but not fiction fight the right causes network bridges don't burn no turning back algebra abracadabra algorithm all on the rhythm penis pills? mail-order wives? monthly income from home?... Continue Reading →

The Plaza Paper (A True Story)

I found it half-hidden in the seam of a decorative pillar. A standard white 8.5" x 11", filled with printed text on one-side. The font is size 11 Calibri, Microsoft Word's most recent default. The first thing I can tell is that someone opened the program and started typing before firing it off to the... Continue Reading →

I Only Looked (James Bay, Victoria, B.C.)

There's a house that calls itself Superior somewhere near Menzies Street---   It's setback from the road, a cold huff stuck in its lungs and vines gnarled up the cedars that guard its Western false front---   Overgrown with weeds, maybe a missed paint job or two (goddamn sea breeze), it looked to me like... Continue Reading →

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