the Nixionary

Disclaimer: I am friends with some “hipsters” (aka people who identify with being “alternative.”) I myself, have looked like a hipster, on occassion (ala skinny jeans, nose ring, and sometimes mismatched clothing), but I’d like to call this look…I don’t know, but something other than “hip.” (An aside- does the body part “hip” [...]

…(a sushi epiphany)
I take you between my teeth
and pods are your meat,
hidden in a furry salt hammock.
I feel bad biting you,
sliding out all of your secret worth
from a seam in your side.
But you satisfy,
and rest in a mound of sure shells,
like piled smiles, certain of your tabletop purpose.
I think that if you could remove beads
from [...]

There are some things under cars
striking and unexpected.
This morning,
a bird dragging his hind legs
like bendy toothpicks
soggy and stuck to the gravel ground,
made a wing on cement sound–
so delicate and furious
so dying to lift, and loud,
I felt my ribs crush under
the same stilled rubber.
Only, how much I felt
made me oddly faster.
Other than frustrated birds,
children seem to [...]

Medical leave from teaching has afforded me nostalgia for the rigor and meaning of my on-hold occupation. It has also dealt me oodles of time with which to try and document some things that go on here. One of these being that is that as I write, a cockroach [...]