Garten literarischer Wirrungen / Garden of Literary Confusion

It’s a crowded place and lots of stuff’s been happening – Badger T. Bones Australia kills 17 sex row riots Bolivian microphones start up...

A baby girl was born to Hulsa and Amani The third year after the barley dearth A baby girl was born to Hulsa and Amani And she was prefer...

Why can’t I think of any? It’s not that they’re all the same to me. But ever since yesterday, when I started thinking the matter over,...

Rhenew yr mazn poewr quickly, theyz wrogte, & Leet us to improvze u ultimate poewr & hardinegs. Finagl bonzuses is uh fine braga...

I’m bulky and white and up in a tree I’m half-open, but should normally be closed I’m not as cool as I used to be I normally ne...

As usual, I enter the apartment at night. Everything is sepia, as in old sepia photographs, with that old-fashioned, dusty feel. Things are ...

No poem today on Easter. At least not so far. I'm staying with my seester. – Felix Morgenstern Posted for NaPoWriMo day 24. The...

Nuclear power plants are oh so bad is what German politicians suddenly said after the Fukushima event in Japan. But are they bad enough t...

The places cats won't go. The climbing out onto the banks. The naked man in the glaring white gap Hot black dunes in the air—we slept...

Today you will concentrate on your inner life (rather than celebrating your outer life), and you will be celebrating the beauty that lie...

For you “Everything that happens is for the best,” you said on the way from work last week, and when I read “I thought of you with the ...

She was a metaphor of rouge. Not only did she eat lots of beets – “iron, you know” – but also felt like this warm, creamy, beety mass: rou...

He goes out, drinks with his buddies, but never gets wasted. He falls in love regularly with complicated women who somehow like him b...

For P. A bad dream arisen from distortion, not quite the truth, having been left with incorrect impressions not corrected on purpos...

to the liquid which pounces down on us, drenching to the very bone. – Iself (© 2011) Written for NaPoWriMo on day 16. Today, the task...

A dissonant character sonnet Deprive him of thrive, the rugged barbarian, let her be more alive, the tender vegetarian. Let him moan ...

It's grey out there, and that nicely coincides with the grey zone inside me. It's been a lot like that after waking up, it tak...

Big, square, black and floppy. Stuck in a big toaster- like thing that made grinding noises. – Iself Written for NaPoWriMo day 13 o...

Woke up this morning, had to clean the place before leaving for work so the cleaning lady would have a clean slate to work from, r...

An orange disk shines a beam on a shred of past – exposing the new sawmill being set up after 1960's fire, exposing the boss’ little b...