Author: fogman

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Conversations with a stalled poem by jim benz 1 If only someone strange would knock on my door. I could be inspired. 2 It’s August,

deus ex machina by jim benz Here are as we see we go here through a slippery crack here is ex nihilo here is a

Reading Lips on the Freeway at Five by jim benz Fucking asshole … Goddamn fucking son-of-a-bitch … Fucking goddamn son-of-a-bitching asshole … Fucking A, you

In the random orifice of time (change) by jim benz Q: Do you believe this poem? A: I’ll believe anything with a fluctuating rate of

Notes on the Human Enigma by jim benz I. As a Forethought In the middle of the night, a pharmacist finds himself standing in a

Maturity by jim benz At twelve o’clock, revulsion / on the telephone and a yellow blur / cutting ribbons in my head: dissolultion / of

saturday morning by jim benz breakfast at Elsie’s – a whole neighborhood in three shrinking rooms *** drawn on the face of our elderly waitress

Dans les vignes du Seigneur by jim benz Joy punches the walls of our heart, pulls at our lips, curls our toes. She looks out