Solid Quarter

Blogging about poetry and poetics with a focus on the New Orleans poetry community.

Tuesday, March 09, 2021

There is No Home

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my life is channels of what i can survive  a song composed of loneliness all of this searching when you know  you have to leave empty handed...
Wednesday, March 03, 2021

Snow Moon

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New Orleans is a shipwreck masquerading as a city it hovers, horizon of worn time i would lay down in fields of warm settings & if the m...
Monday, February 01, 2021

Time is Always the Crossroad

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in 15 days my brother dies again, time is illusory disasters shape language, once we were water line  now we are abandon of a season that sh...
Monday, January 18, 2021

CRUMBS

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For those that think they are monstrous, i speak for you Uncanny we wade, so water a trembling sign for will you                  uncaring i...
Friday, January 15, 2021

Carnal Evaluation

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 Carnal/Eval/Uation  I am about to make the other speak. -Barthes Nor did the war ever end, i could not stop the flow  Bled out, i colored t...
Thursday, January 14, 2021

Yet the Frame Held

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When the pitch falls, who sings for you  To have a new feeling in the hopelessness of now & no outside of nature, memory is how we keep ...
Sunday, January 10, 2021

Raw Towns

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  For Bill Lavender In the heart of deep hearts, no voodoo dolls The shape of days, the hours we met and disappear, time So fast it takes yo...
Friday, January 08, 2021

Stand Closer

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  i bet this place is a bone silent whistling  under stars, the vowels of time, a constant  we made it this far but not very far from where ...
Wednesday, January 06, 2021

Kiosks of No Returns

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  Kiosk  of No Returns   surive  just about everything & you’ll end up at the mall near  the end of the movie,   ​ when  my grandmother ...
Sunday, December 20, 2020

Ghost Fog

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      you become abandon itself bold in the taking dance upon unsafe floors knowing death could arrive; it could be brutal  this world schem...
Wednesday, December 16, 2020

Thresh: Hole

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 Thresh: Hole stand in the sound of angels threshing like the palm fronds we painted & held over our dead poured into the river wherever...
Saturday, October 31, 2020

Love Does Not Exist

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if you don't love me, it's because love does not exist if you don't love me, it's because love does not exist if you don...
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Friday, October 30, 2020

Echo of Lost

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 time is a feature of our minds at each moment, we are at the edge of a paradise called now, nothing can be in two places the mind projects ...
Thursday, October 29, 2020

Serpah less Listen

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"I am your loved one, lost from eternity"  -D. di Prima   ever aloud saying imagine would you opening wider hearing it they city t...
Wednesday, October 28, 2020

Fire the Poem

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who can fire the poet, she says but i'm quitting all the time i wanted to retrace a cause, spool into time this measure of what i determ...
Tuesday, October 27, 2020

Severed of Timing

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  severed of hope is there's more of you severed of delusion, & i am [un]-ground- i'd rather make art between us than other shap...
Monday, October 26, 2020

Finger to Tongue

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it sounds ridiculous to be afraid to love someone but that's where childhood gets us we learn the knots of trespass so well i could tie ...
Sunday, October 25, 2020

Dropped of Desire

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i'm going to take notes as we go under as it capsizes i'm going to small in the terrible light of design i'm centered on amaze c...
Saturday, October 24, 2020

Seen through Darkly

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 i would eviscerate any knowing of what i am  shall we archive the way we failed at being human  i tired.  to keep pieces. cohere.  to make ...
Friday, October 23, 2020

Passive in Revolution

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grief sharpens us turns us into the ghosts we are slap happy in the world  you can't survive living i have adjusted my expectations arou...
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