Author Archives: Pearl

the red slipping thinner radiant after will be a wink to complete blackness. you do know we talk of the battery meter on the laptop?

sorry the perfect start for a canadiana poem we now presume I jumped the gun — water pistol whipped outsquirt you square in the eye squarer than shoulders which are sloped actually even in the weensy reflection in the unfinished ellipses of your eyes

placement of the lamp on motel room dresser is bolted down too

Time ticks even when I grab its hands nasty thing, even when I take out the battery the moon shiftless shift ticks me off through hours. Sleep seems to have the sweet black and cream left on the bottom of the hot cocoa mug rim like cartoon eyes defying every normal logic that commands sleep. […]

day’s little death in the east hidden behind sleet-snow curtains