Author Archives: aidarends

the horny poet is dying doesn’t remember names anymore tries to think about her lovers but can’t conjure anything but images their faces little kisses. and regrets.

feeling icky and bricky two weeks behind on estro mones and mood swingin like Bird hey may b I’ll take a trip 2 Camarillo and they’ll make a special arrangement for me to relax put in a good word for me at CSUCI (see?) Foucault would crème his pants another prison has become school

the new-old language that’s in my thighs my swing my tilt and do-si-do i bounce with you feel the stomach tighten up

To (re)quest For an (un)alter(ed) destiny “Defend the dead / weight of circumstance” make circles round make circles round make circles round make circles

Richard Prince famous thief was born in the Panama Canal Zone Famous pilfered poet plot of land made the subject of demands time and time again by North American hands they fan the flames of war and don’t even know it Assemblage of stolen opportunities Moments memorialized by absence I share my horoscope with aContinue reading “Panama Zone Canal Blues”

they traipsed the beaches in search of a somewhat elusive bird that hid in the hottest parts of the sand nested and left no trace not even feather-beak residue what they did know: the birds had been present the sand was hottest by the estuary they could not stand there for more than “fifteen seconds!”Continue reading “story fragment”

i live near the western gate western gate western gate i live near the western gate where souls depart this earth

‪bad habits:‬ ‪i write ‬ ‪my poems ‬ ‪in 4/4 time‬

musicians and their teachers: musicians, and their teachers, musicians and their teachers! musicians and their teachers the mamas & the papas who feed and love the musicians and their teachers the miracles that make musicians and their teachers say aren’t you glad u learnt yr scales yr rounds & bach chorales long tones listen toContinue reading “musicians and their teachers”

ntozake and jessica holding hands draping their lovers each other in satin don’t need it to be true to be real don’t need it to be wrong either just need it