Biography of Summer Alice
Summer Alice Poems
Coming Across An Old Dream Diary
Swimming or crossing water and getting held at gunpoint were popular in dream plots then. One night a giant ruled the land I was living in.
below and deep below and deep that socket keeps on shining though no length seems to know
The Tao Of Silo And Holly La
I had reached the corner of Silo and Holly La Before the crash took place. Until then, my daily walking gate had stayed brisk, The dry shredded skin over my knuckles
The flavor of that apartment: chili powder. The taste rough, brick and red. It glowed 24 hours, infected everything said and everything done, but it never reflected how bland
Message: Won Sender: Me And Ravel
Bah! The coddling! You miss me? That’s the phrase stacked fat with methadone and you
The Band Is Playing Chamomile
I think I can smell music. The olfactory bits are said to trigger memory the strongest, And alongside ginger, petroleum and babies Wafts odorous notes into the holes of my face.
Jacqueline And Her Cat
The animal sits in her lap. She listens to me unreprovingly talk about my skin, its lapses and its memories.
It's not like the one nine Novembers ago with someone else who rose differently than you, his arm clicking my bed's Christmas bulbs going to my desk for my cloves.
It's not like the one nine Novembers ago
with someone else who rose differently than you,
his arm clicking my bed's Christmas bulbs
going to my desk for my cloves.
This morning's floor is white and
the feel is hard and good,
a different body,
the dark getting undone over us,
iced up windows shining