prose for the deaf — Open gates and I will climb up your mountain close your mind to sensuality Grinding teeth hollow face down hitch ditch and stitch your clothes up bad was the day I met you Blacken each other day even Sundays God was looking down on the day I met her and…

prose in foreign language — Open gates and I will climb up your mountain close your mind to sensuality Grinding teeth hollow face dragging sagging nagging hitch ditch and stitch your clothes up — bad was my day I met you — blackened each other day and even Sundays  God was looking down on systems …

space for two — Stain on your cheek butt take ding ming ping zing ring I gave me to your Mother Zam! I see you hiding Cats behind the curtain Rats under the floorboards Drive me panting grief and greed like a loveless Bride left at the altar Bring it to the ripping trip Grinning in…

Prose poetry — She pays no attention to his haughty statements, his self-anointed uppity stance on the ‘inane aspects’ of people such as being driven, having fun, laughter, and even more idiosyncratic traits of those types of folk that we all know... ice-skating, dancing, markets, warehouses, technology, and anything else you can think…

Clearer each and every day — words for the blind — Clearer each and every day: words for the blind rat tat bat pat fat nat sat crap sap map bathmats cushats bhagat mushrat einsatz ducats cyberchat craphat mitpachat bop mop dop doop woop nuke puke duke rupee hupe troop broop missus jiggis diggis piggus lick dick hitch trip fitch glitch miche quitch kitsch distich enrich brittle critters bitter pitter brattle prattle tatters bratter cutters caustic bionic ionic

ArtRock publications comes back to life.. — Hello there dudes: how are we doing ? It’s a bit of a late one for our beloved ArrRock never left behind! But I thought it needed some airplay and plenty of hype! Ha: remember this used to be my newsletter every month or so. Now it’s whatever you want it to be:- ArtRock Air Flying to Peru in the Jet plane coppice copse corpse cops calling.. So I will tell you what is new to the world of ArtRock. It has been stagnant since JD Harms departed our pages.

serca and serva — I 1have no shadow Only time thoughts like yours twice the ride. Let me take you to my house. It begins inside this cranial skull: Tossing wires Drowning dopamine receptors meet the serotonin sisters Neuro 1 and Neuro 2 Twigging it with an acrid stench upon waking another unholy nightmare…

Stately Affair — Cuss cuss cross crucify me over the burning bridge lock down into a poling loping pulling poles ropes trussles pulling the cap putting it on under her mouth tongue bright red orange crust is standbying the window sill sitting on your large minnow sweet meadows rowing in the sun trees…

Nearly died Radius of curvature turning into a gorge Gorgon drama sea salt and sepia stones fraught with the feeling of being on I have a knack for destruction and rusty nails in the hair like brown hashish found in dark glasses Visitors allowed to ask her questions why did…