resurrecting kasmir malevich
in the age of despair
not white as in clean
but as in empty
the sky
for example
or the streets beneath
their skin of salt
and grime
the smell of something
reduced to its core
a man tied to a truck
with a length of chain and
dragged until his skin
peels from his bones
maybe
maybe a young girl found
in the desert after
the animals have been
at her
not vanished but
devoured
negated
and the wind moves
without effort through
these walls and the
windows rattle against the
sound of the freeway
i offer
the same bitter stories
over and over
with the hope that they
will eventually catch
fire
i refuse to
define myself as either
innocent or guilty
others are waiting to
make this decision
for me
About
the Author
As for a bio,
I live with my wife and our young son here in the
wastelands of upstate new york. I've been writing
for 19 years now, publishing in the small press for
13. I hate all schools of poetry, and try to keep
my distance from any that seem to be trying to get
too cozy with me. My work can be found at Burning
Word, Locust
Magazine, and Thunder
Sandwich. A couple of my chapbooks are
available through contacting the editors at Kitty
Litter Press and Via
Dolorosa Press. My full-length book human
cathedrals should be out in December, sells for
$9.50, precise details can be obtained from the editors
at www.ravennapress.com.
My email address is bleedinghorse99@aol.com,
for anyone who wants to condemn me or damn me with
faint praise.
