ANGEL
ANGER
ANGLE
You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall
ANGEL
ANGER
ANGLE
In the Archaeology of Imagination

the double meaning
once you were here

From 1653 until 1820, Maine was governed by Massachusetts.
The westernmost port down there is Westport, beside Buzzard Bay. A lovely place, by the way.
And the easternmost port was Eastport, in waters subsidiary to the Bay of Fundy. As you’ve been seeing here.
But then, come 1820, the two extremes separated when Maine finally became independent as a state.
Now I guess that easternmost point down under distinction falls on Chatham, out on Cape Cod. And Maine has no Westport.
One year, while still living in New Hampshire, I was in Eastport one weekend, and Westport, the next. I saw it as some kind of weird coincidence, not knowing there really had been a rational connection.
Have you ever thought about the name of the place where you’re dwelling?
yes, the spoiled prince and the virginal pussy
pul-leaze!
my ears grate
the striated penis
smiles
all the way to the end
screw me in the middle of the night
burn the bone clear
I’m still the skinny intellectual
regarding fairy tales

Dollar Bill’s
selfies
in oval frames