Pina Piccolo

  I won’t submit! I won’t submit! I won’t submit!   And don’t you go

  I never did dwell in my language And neither does it dwell in me

  For Karl Marx, on the 140th anniversary of his death   What if my

The Gospel According to the Blue Caterpillar   Lord Praise and Heed the Word of

The failing uterus of light Grieves its impotence As stars gnashing their teeth Succumb to

What the prevailing winds disclosed for baby Aya   What the prevailing winds disclosed: That

Four magpies – What does it mean?   Three on the left, one to the

  It’s not the oxytocin   “Monogamous rodents don’t need love molecule to pair up”

Balm of Gilead (The Afflicted Souls Café, Part III)   We listened to the Cloud

Pascal and Me_ Or Dredging up Dread..   While waiting in the cashier’s line At