Surveillance I

August 19, 2012 § 1 Comment

Graziela started sitting outside the cabin in the woods 3 weeks after she found it. It was a culmination of odd behaviors that were a direct result of its discovery. The introduction had been because of Ron and his favorite clearing in the forest. Ron and Graziela we neighbors and secretly friends at home. Lou and Prince Bonnano had been chasing Ron all year for his lunch money and then, his grandfather’s watch. Ron hid in the clearing never once discovered by the Bonnano boys. But it did seem to be made to enchant Ron and lead Graziela to someplace. And it did both in one summer.

Growing Business

August 19, 2012 § 1 Comment

Us might
Find the code
To de-program this whole
Mess if we (fuck)look(hard)enough

Piss Alley Ode

August 16, 2012 § 19 Comments

Full on run to alley, with love,

Wine. With patchwork lit neon sign

beer stink night gone to the weak rub

quarter click mix up pocket fine,

still no holes. Park with lost kind,

stops shapes corner kiss remiss by

mornings smell of piss in lot lines.

Brick beyond lottery egg fry.


For dVerse FormForAll…Love community. Love poets.

How It Is With Two

August 15, 2012 § 3 Comments

I brought you a brookie

Whats a brookie?

It’s a brownie that’s also a cookie.

No shit?

Don’t say that, mom’ll hear.


Do you want the cookie or not?

Thought it was a brookie?

The Treatment

August 14, 2012 § 26 Comments

the fan was turning over her head, but she worked towards reaching her still place anyway.
she heard him singing in the shower, a They Might Be Giants song and the smell of shaving cream and newly lathered soap drifted out on the backs of steam billows
the sheet light on her painted toes
the smell of the ocean never ruined to her nose
she rose
poured coffee
lit a joint
the discussion could have been the newspaper perused by those gulls
picking fish catchers wrappers cast away as wives slow cook with lime and salt
the sun loses its innocence over the horizon and brings the real heat
and the real day for the real go-getter
cheating at dominoes
smoking and flicking to beach concrete
shaded picnic bench on retirement alley
Panama hat
focus again on breath and present burning of fingers tips a fling and she brings
herself back into the room and slides the door
behind no longer a jar or rind and turns the ac up to the max and climbs
back to the sheeted slip and smell of coitus and Aramis shampoo
now settling on the surface of the room like life sweat, furniture smootz
blasted bounce of reality her notebooks and books and the tv on food network and the sun glaring rudely in the same portfolio doors as naked he returns to the room and looks for his jeans or his trunks, she never knows which
he flips
the switch
scratches an itch
a twitch and grind and around the fan goes again

Ceiling Fan by Eric Alder

more Eric here


August 13, 2012 § 2 Comments

You are deception
in a  blue sky
& I know
I’ve been thunderstruck
rained on.


August 13, 2012 § 2 Comments

I can kiss

I can embrace

I can sacrifice

the jump is not far
the reach is not long
the gift is not great

finally you’ll be gone to me

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