Her Kind [joe louis fist in face mix]
Under the idea there is a niche for everything, someone from Detroit has put several Anne Sexton poems to dance tracks. The group CH3MICAL R3NT BOY has a profile on Myspace, though I can’t find anything else on the Internet about them, except they apparently use the […]
“cast out of eden: zachary crying in the snow,
searching for his dictionary” ZJC (2007)
I am in desperate fix right now — the source of all my powers, the glorious Rhymer.com, is off-line! My poetry has ground to a halt, I am lost! I have no idea what I am going to do, I have […]
“my oboe, my reed” ZJC (2009)
Be my oboe, my reed, poisoned pen life;
one that worries the heart. Of sass and plight
I’m your first. And yes, your prodigy knife
bores me to crime. You are all soft, all light
muscles and train. It’s the “all” I highlight
here, the refrain of quick skirts, seduction,
it’s the words. […]
“this odd sense of self: english” ZJC (2009)
I don’t have no most recent books but I
do have you. It is a start. I like how
I can say “you” like that. I will imply
much from one stupid syllable. Somehow
it works. English is a language of tricks.
Like “you.” Who said, “Ah speak […]