Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
Dada Manifesto on a rubber dime for the hell of it Words are a mistake. they are crusty lizards of chance blindfolded creatures itching to spring into this world & tear up the city words are the cover-up to horrendous Continue reading Dada Manifesto on a rubber dime for the hell of it by Mike Mollett
love disguised pt. 37 Love is in the check-out line loaded with groceries It’s seated on a chair at the DMV a little ornery Love is in the heating ducts & nesting in the carpet Love licks your face waits Continue reading love disguised pt. 37 by Mike Mollett
Shit Happens Go to a good party & leave too soon. Make more than eye contact, turn & speak to another. Pour a yummy IPA, trip & spill it, Leave the door ajar & the cats head out. Text in Continue reading Shit Happens by Mike Mollett
the thing about breathing the thing about breathing do it or die is that it’s usually unconsciously fulfilling taken for granted most of the time awake or asleep hello stepping outdoors so lucky blue & white sky stuff with a Continue reading the thing about breathing by Mike Mollett
24/7 it’s unavoidable. hits you in the face. you do what you have to do to rise above the foam… Listen: it is not just survival it’s quality Mike Mollett’s creative life began with poetry as a teenager in Los Continue reading 24/7 by Mike Mollett