Cheltenham Elegy #524 in The Seattle Star

 Cheltenham Elegy #524 in The Seattle Star. Many thanks to them. 


Melissa Suzanne Floyd: Bartow, Florida: late 1990s



Cheltenham: 1st edition (again)

 The original book pdf for Cheltenham, 1st edition, reconfigured.


Kurt Cobain: Cover: Incesticide (LP): 1992



Abby Heller-Burnham: Philadelphia: Mid-Aughts



Mary Evelyn Harju: West Philadelphia: 2001



Acid Dropping EP (6 tracks) on Bandcamp (Funtime Records)


The six-track version of the Acid Dropping EP, here embedded from the Funtime Records site on Bandcamp, features the Feel (I saw) remix, an assemblage which began from Zenboy1955 on CC Mixter and includes a chunk of the anaphoric opening section of Feel. 


Cold Autumn Day



this is
of ash,
into urns,
up by
timid folk
for the
bold to


Poems are train-wrecks
            that move— to stand
on tracks, to do so solidly, is
            suicide of a high order—
to die by force of wreckage—


On why it has to be that writing
comfortable garbage is the inevitable
byproduct of living comfortably, with
each fresh hell I wonder why the hooks
towards artful utterance are set this
way, & why I must become such an oyster
just to confer into a leaking bucket,
insecurely hung from abraded cables,
a blue droplet not even of blood but
of nectar, or wine, or whiskey— 


Times you get bored
with the process, but
worse are times when
words are little deaths,
wrung out like sheets,
draped over hangers,
out in a damp yard on
a cold autumn day, as
wind rises to pin them
to your hopeless breast.


Apparition Poem #1112



“Fuck art let’s dance”
only we didn’t dance,
we fucked, and when
we fucked, it was like

dancing, and dancing
was like art, because
the climax was warm,
left us wanting more—

how can I know this
dancer from the dance?
Brain-brightening glance,
how tight the dance

was, and the sense that
pure peace forever was
where it had to end for
both of us, only your

version was me dead,
after I had permanently
died inside you like the
male spider always does—

Pull me towards you—
woven color patterns
create waves beneath
us, tears buoy bodies

to a state beyond “one”
into meshed silk webs—
not every pull is gravitational—
as two spiders float upwards,

I say to you (as we multiply
beyond ourselves) “those
two are a bit much, their
sixteen legs making love”

This poem in its original form on Halvard Johnson's Truck.


Preface for Vlad Pogorelov, and Derelict, 2nd Ed.


With the new Monday Journal out with a vengeance (online & print), worth noting that Vlad has something else coming out of note: a second print edition of his late Nineties chapbook Derelict. When Derelict was released, Vlad still lived in Philly, and much of the action in the chap takes place in Philly. Vlad asked me to write a preface for this second edition, and I did.


Beams and Going the Distance

 Another placement of Beams which might be able to go the distance


X-Peri: 3 Pages

 These three pages, from Daniel Y. Harris's X-Peri web-zine, span the years 2017-2020. 


Acid Dropping EP on MixUpload



Acid Dropping EP is:

I. A Clangorous Din— Speck
II. Stone the Devil— Speck
III. Viaje entre las luces— Vince El Mejor
IV. Driving Home— MalreDeszik
V. Hipsters— Falki Hoz

Various Positions:

On the Soundclick Jazz Overall chart, A Clangorous Din reached #15, Stone the Devil #25, Viaje entre las luces #18, and Driving Home #29.

A Clangorous Din also climbed to #8 on the Electronica chart for the week beginning November 7, 2021. 

On the Soundclick Electronic Overall chart, Hipsters, a.k.a. Ode On Jazz (3, with Falki Hoz), reached #20.

Featured on Things You Heard When You Were Dead (shane p).

All tracks feature spoken word by Adam Fieled, from (respectively) Opera Bufa, This Charming Lab, When You Bit..., and Ode On Jazz. 

From Funtime Records. 

Produced/engineered by respective artists, Eris Temple, and the Kelly Writers House. 


Harris County Public Library

Worth noting: Harris County Public Library in Texas, which is multi-branched (Katy Branch shown here), has annexed in its library system all of IA, including what IA holds of P.F.S. Cheers. 


The Nymphet Sequence


A trilogy of sonnets/double sonnets in the Miscellaneous section of Something Solid, meant to convey a sense of mystery around beauty, the body, and innocence