On The Death of Robert Lowell by Eileen Myles O, I don’t give a shit. He was an old white haired man Insensate beyond belief and Filled with much anxiety about his imagined Pain. Not that I’d know I hate fucking wasps. The guy was a loon. Signed up for Spring Semester at Macleans A really lush retreat among pines and Hippy attendants. Ray Charles also once rested there. So...
going west by Natalie Case
natasaurus: Sacagewea got stuck in traffic trying to get to where they told her was the promised land. her land used to be promised but we all have to escape sometime. Sacagewea just wants to smell the ocean and can’t wait to see the shore from the windshield of her used car; or maybe she’ll go down the coast, become a star if she can get off this goddamn freeway; this concrete sludge. ...