Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Eden’s Garden Path by Diana Bloem

The gravel was hard and wiry while the yellow bamboo barricaded the front. The shells were coiled around the blue star creepers while the hummingbirds aired on the perennials. The crushed stonecrop was damp underfoot while the water cradled sunlight. The sea roses lazed against the stone while the daisies invited wireworms. The air bounced back slitting the butterflies while they were feeding. The beetles used their forceps to leap from the bridge while the sawflies hooked to the carrots. The earwigs displaced the ivy while the twigs spiralled hundreds of  eggs. The blossoms plagued the corn while the matches lay like a foetus. Yali was at the rear end twigging the tulips with the axe.

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Victoria Williams: 0273

That man with jaundice carrying the dead tree branch, the swaying drunk with the warts, that’s my lover.

Friday, October 24, 2014

Thursday, October 23, 2014

Internet Sentences: 0045

I have a lot of special things I want to discuss with you immediately I hear back from you I am waiting to hear from you soon.

Wednesday, October 22, 2014


Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Victoria Williams: 0272

That man holding the cigarette to my lips while I’m in handcuffs – that’s my lawyer.
That man firing the emergency flare into the sun, that man painting the crosses on the doors, and that man scraping dog shit off his shoes onto the park bench – they’re my legal team.

Monday, October 20, 2014

Friday, October 17, 2014

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Internet Sentences: 0044

It is risk free and legal.

Wednesday, October 15, 2014


Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Victoria Williams: 0271

Driving Slowly at Night in a Red Car
Shuddering around a sharp bend in the dark,
Gained on,
By a ferocious fiery eyed…
We are caught!
We win the prize!
We sit fat in the road,
Moving slow,
As though swallowed by a giant ladybird,
Now beetling along,
Too heavy to take off,
Moving glossy-topped beneath the moon,
At her own sweet pace,
And much bigger than a shoe.
A composer is beside me,
Hitting empty milk bottles with the stick of his brush,
The sound of hollow glass,
Tink tink tonk.

Sunday, October 12, 2014

Thursday, October 9, 2014

Internet Sentences: 0043

Enough time is coming up until terry.

Wednesday, October 8, 2014


Tuesday, October 7, 2014

Victoria Williams: 0270

[SCRAPBOOK: Becoming a mother is something I think about a great deal, almost to the point of preoccupation. I have heard it said that constant dreaming about birth often signals a desire to birth one's self, to come into one's own. My process of grieving the loss of you has been as much about birthing myself as letting you go.]

Friday, October 3, 2014

Thursday, October 2, 2014

Internet Sentences: 0042

Sat in years old white and then.

Wednesday, October 1, 2014