Page 1-4, digital assemblages with poetry. 2022.
These poems are also assemblages—repurposed words and phrases that resonate more as emotions rather than being easily put into words. They aren’t meant to be fully understood, but felt. They may spark images and memories, like glimpses of familiar yet faded scenes from old daytime television.
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Page 1 They will have money on any day of the week. Desiccated Goji forbids daytime television, saying yes to refrigerated coconut oil, saying yes to Tracy Grimshaw. We perform landmarks on earthenware glaze. She wears projected malevolence and a patio extension. Violence is golden if it is a payday. Projected photograph detail by Kathy Mackay. page 2 Manifesting extensions to the closet for my shoes. Meditating on the ceiling fan and feeding chicken bones to the dog. All offers are accepted. Your hard work is double glazed in linen. They only take the good ones now. Prolong expectations for crispy golden skin. Obey my conditions for dishware oven safety. Projected photograph detail by Kathy Mackay. page 3 I desire to stand on you and iron my dried clothes. Eating baked on residue, we take our blankets to the double bathroom sinks. If gain= aperture does radiance= oblivion? We empty deleted items and double ablutions now. To over mix is a sin but prayer will find you a matching lid. page 4 Do you strive to make data driven decisions? I can’t afford a jet ski, but ownership will increase the chance of measuring powered protein. Who will rent our 2nd first house? Who will aggregate our false positives into memories of war? Reading forms with algorithms will increase the chance of rain, But only charting indexes will promote envy among men. Do you strive to make data driven decisions? Do you want to kill the perennials now?