It was nice meeting your ideas. I was reminded, poetry is science fiction or it is not. I just try for simultaneity.



Often a partner in writing can be deliberately passive-aggressive. I’m kidding. By oneself, practice makes perfect.



In this one my partner is disguised as a porn tray to spy on others. There he goes —

stomping across peerless thistles in



moonlight made of lard. For it’s indispensable smearing a glow



that travels down to Earth in a flummoxed packet of energy, wearing maroon cords.