Well, com to Cerulean Nocturne, nex'perimental poetry 'log. You'll find some manual writings of invented language here. Delve in, undergo a journey behind the oblique mask of formality. Discover brand new forms of poetry. Associate your own hidden meaning from these Rorschach texts. Dare to plumb the depths. (Awl poured seas sub decked to pain and coffee rights belong exhumed and free circa twenty seventeen to the Scribblenaught.) Winsome tale. Luzum mind. Secrum wintard. Dish and find.

September 18, 2007


"~description of
an illustration by
Richard A. Kirk

to me, this illustration is about
the power of literature, how an
elephant never forgets, and why
our dear reader, whose open book
has sparked a flame, is rooted and
transformed to the spot, grown
long and tactile fingers like
branches caressing lost fables
as shown to us since childhood
by a winged angel who must breathe
through a mutated gas mask hooked
into a chambered nautilus whose
feelers entwine and become the
umbilical connection to a post
wishing star story. i believe
the sunken leaning building faded
in the background is the real world.

Thank you to Richard A. Kirk
for including my poem in your blog