Dexter

Postscript to a Ride [10.04.08]

  Today was sucha beautiful day,newly arrivedspring airrushing into my lungsscreaming downYonge streetracing carsracing traffic lightsstill greennow orangegoing going redgoingwe are gone. Th…


From My Hamster Wheel to Yours [ 2.04.08]

I begin from this premise: What I want is dissolution of the ‘me’.  This is not a search for a recognition of my ‘self’. Nor is it a search for the wholeness that definiti…


On Trying to Freeze Desire in Time [28.02.08]

In moments you become a fetishYour hair tied back in two pig tailsLong thigh high socksI never understood the appeal ‘til they were on your legs.  I remember you looking in the mirror at yo…


The Writing Always Comes After [10.04.07]

The writing  always comes after:after (enough) time has passedafter one wakes from sleep out of an intense dreamafter a feeling that intuition has failedand there is only conscious reason to try …


Are you out there? [ 9.04.07]

 

 

"How much must be forgotten, out of love,
how much must be fogiven, even love."
-W.H. Auden "Canzone"

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