One does progress through metaphors*

The sun like a gong The gong scything the memory of yr dreams Your dreams contained within an umbrella The umbrella opens its stem of roses Roses are Fred, violets are Drew Drew with the Indians, won against the Red Sox The Red Sox of yr concupiscence Concupiscent as a plum blossom A plum blossomContinue reading “One does progress through metaphors*”

I have long carried the following thought(s)/emotion(s) in my head:

  The next installment in my Nunzia Nanzio stories where we leave mike d. and rob g. and go on a walk around the block where they live:  The people who live on and around this narrow, tree-lined, strip remember nothing, have no memories of their past, anything, except for an instinct to use whateverContinue reading “I have long carried the following thought(s)/emotion(s) in my head:”