Monday, May 14, 2018

Sphinx, Karolina Pavlova


OH! Sphinx of Oedipus. He - is a pilgrim.
Now lying in wait on the Path of Life,
Where implacably one must look him in the eye
Though he will allow none to pass beyond.

As it was before, he appears to us now:
The Pernicious Sphinx of Life to the Children
of the Old Times - with but one question
And its threat; half a beauty and half of a beast.

And those among us, believing in themselves
In vain, who do not solve his fateful riddle -
Who fail in spirit - will find not the young
Goddess’s mouth, but the claws of the Beast.

And while the path is encircled with human
Blood, and the land is dotted with bones…
Already, filled with their cryptic love, the
New generations quest to the Sphinx, anew.


translated by Joshua Walker, 2018

Thursday, October 26, 2017


The bones - have all - been picked -

And graces - strained through the wood

What is left - from the time before -

Like the nit - stuck

Under the hat

Wednesday, August 23, 2017

From my notes today






The diet -


Damage Control


Saturday, July 01, 2017

edges cannot break

The edges of consciousness
the days you pass in vain

With a brain on ice

And eye stuffed with tinningsbrook

With a mind like that

Oh, what could be

- what they could

Be instead

Better to Die on the COuch

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

Heat wave

Maybe the sky is mine

And maybe it

Is yours

Maybe all you cry out

Will die in the night

And maybe we're mortal

After all

Saturday, June 03, 2017


Just sunshine burns

To the back of your teeth and through -

Just daylight cracks from

Eyes wrenching eyes wrenching beyond -

Or else just these wings

In gossamer of pollen

Will straighten the clench of your jaw

- or through the mere trick of light

Now sleep in the stick of warm

Monday, April 03, 2017

No / Sunshine

Because nothing can be perfect

Let the skin come off instead

For all the checks and focused breath

The rain falls - as it always would

Saturday, April 01, 2017

Houses divided

How can it all add up

If they don't believe in numbers


Working the symbols

They Divine again and again

Between the words they take on


Reducing the fractions

To the nil

And what comes beyond

Friday, March 10, 2017

In Passing

There is no handle

On the handleless

No grip to catch the light

As shade detracts and

Takes the color, too

Thursday, March 09, 2017

Dreams in the Heat

Where does the Acid

Not wash away

The faces of all dusty day

Maybe to pry the

Slits from the Meat

Maybe to sleep through the night

Tuesday, March 07, 2017

No grips / anymore

You can't get a handle  
In what only slips  
Not count  
The pieces that stack  

Try then to bear
The wind in all things  
That burn you  
Apart in due course  

Springtime 3

Keep the doors closed

So they can't see you breath

Shallower shallower


Maybe not at all

Friday, March 03, 2017

Springtime 2

If it all comes apart


It all comes apart

We welcome the nerves to


Scratching out days


The dust and the


When sleep only comes

after noon

Friday, February 24, 2017


just like drowning

only faster

just like slipping

only quicker

the ice at your knees

brace the sand at your neck

and noone can see

down the well

Saturday, February 04, 2017


Nothing can hold

Stars moon sun rain

It only seems like that

Because you

Haven't seen this before

Friday, February 03, 2017


the rocks are slippery

when you do not climb

the fish are silent

wherever you swim

you can't find the handle

on the balls in play

when the noise multiplies

out of the field

Tuesday, January 31, 2017

Ground, Away

Safe is safe, wrist bands and all, but


Why not lean in to the static

And feel the charge, away from the earth

Staying grounded works for most of the time

Passing shocks from whence they once came


Sometimes you want to sail, to burn

Your skull through the sweat of the day

Nothing beyond the jolt

Resets the tick of the bones

Because breathing can only happen

As one


The bricks keep piling up

Against all your best judgements

Maybe they leave

The way to the sky

Break the roof and heavens as one

Monday, January 30, 2017


It's all still here -

somehow -

all of it

the streets and the birds and the sleet

Maybe the days

will keep draining themselves away

Maybe we won't notice when

It comes apart

Monday, January 23, 2017


The chemical peel

Tastes good

A dab of the tongue

On the face

Maybe this hand

Can grope the distance

Of the shade you would

Imbibe after all

Friday, January 13, 2017

One Day Only

Why not buy if it's on sale
Why not kiss when lips are spread
The plastics will only lose their luster
The metals, the sheen of their head

Doesn't matter who you worked for now
As long as they question you not
For the boys are all still watching you
Mortgage the reindeer - to buy up the sleigh

Thursday, January 12, 2017

Inauguration Day

Whatever you save

Someone will use

The markets never

Shrug - off their weight

They smoke gallons of tar

You would save in a jar

For to its ruin

All will stack - despite you

Tuesday, January 03, 2017


No - last minute heroics

No - sunset when the work day is done

These are the leaves

That would meet you regardless

The decay of what only was won

Friday, December 30, 2016


It doesn't hurt the first day

Only the second and third

It's raw without the rubbing

And with the rubbing, worse

Maybe I'll find space inside

To sleep away the scabs

Or maybe I'll dream

And heal the skein

With my illusions intact