Wednesday, July 27, 2016

She took the name Brons Hermione.  And I, Harpis Bandoneon.

Tuesday, July 12, 2016

And if you were a flower you would be a . . . touch-me-not?

Thursday, June 2, 2016

Sometimes, with some people, it’s more interesting to never see them again.

Wednesday, June 1, 2016

“I was madly in love with her for two years, and when we broke up, amicably, she gave me back everything I had left at her apartment, everything except my volume of Neruda’s love poems.”

Read an excerpt from Suicide by Language at A-Minor Magazine.

Tuesday, May 31, 2016

This movie was shot on cell-phone video. It’s the footage of the head of Jacques Derrida on the body of the Bigfoot.

Wednesday, May 18, 2016

“There’s a whole belt of avant-gardist territory where to criticize them is like telling the Fat Lady at the freak show to lose weight.”

 Read an excerpt from Suicide by Language at X-Peri.














Art by Joseph F. Keppler.  Juliet, 2013. Torn and pasted paper collage, 6.5” x 5”.

Wednesday, October 28, 2015

If I am reborn, bald, bearded and hunchbacked.

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

There is a marriage in Cana of Galilee. And a paralyzed man at the pool at Bethesda. Do not have contempt for my misfortune, you who are at ease. And you who put a stumblingblock before the blind. My lover is made whole this very hour.

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

I am the rose of Sharon and the lily of the valleys. As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.

I weepeth sore in the night. My tears are on my cheeks. Among all my lovers none can comfort me.

Friday, October 7, 2011

Friday, June 17, 2011

And there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain, for the former things are passed away.

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Roses and apples Dorothea. In the garden of her heaven. At the moment of her death.

Friday, December 3, 2010

Tell Hum. I am Jairus’ daughter. I am not dead. I am only sleeping. My lover whispers, Talitha cumi.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Eleven-hundred silver shekels. Tie me with seven new bow strings. And weave into the warp of a web seven locks of my hair. Dagon.

When two will make only one, when outside will be like inside, and when there will be neither male nor female.

Sunday, January 24, 2010

Wist ye not that I am about my father’s business?