Free Sample

Sample supermarket mavenveteran of persuasion!Her secret life,series of bloody,unrelenting moments of horror There is an unspoken code among those who make a profession of the supermarket sample gig. They are the seasoned experts at creating a moment of enticement–appealing to senses of smell and taste, one spear of toothpick precision to your very core. They…… Continue reading Free Sample

Time is Bleeding

In 2006, I wrote a preface for Denis Emorine’s book, Au chevets des mots (A Step Inside). I remember reading this little book and becoming quite delighted with it…it spurned my desire to quest for that which is unsaid or cannot be said…that is, the pauses between “words” that say EVERYTHING. (Kalinauskaite, previous entry /…… Continue reading Time is Bleeding


  Carefree, AZ. Cave Creek, AZ. Sedona, AZ. Pure vortexes of energy in those stoic, wise rocks that have stood the test of time on the barren landscape. The vegetation–saguaro cacti, ocatillo, pricky pear. Javelinas cross the roadways. Cowpokes and Harley riders. The stretches of long desert miles. The constellation-filled sky–seeing Venus as bright as…… Continue reading Arizona


“Ace Of WandsScissors in a crossAn invisible heartis distressed, see it?A heart reflected on the wind.”—“Incantation”, Poem of the Deep Song, Gabriel Garcia Lorca The still wave,pulpo of ice, storm reef,stolen elephante formsan apprehensive crash. Emily said, “A word thatbreathes distinctlyhas not the power to die.”The ether of each ovary ember, lost in the wine…… Continue reading Pulpo

Invisible Hairshirt

Lyrics to 20+ year-old songs like Alison Moyet’s “Invisible” (which stopped by the brain this morning) has redressed the idea that the subconscious does have a soundtrack and puts the needle to the proverbial life vinyl when an appropriate “groove” arises. My whole life, I’ve seen the world symbolically, through letters/characters, language/words, sounds/sights. It is…… Continue reading Invisible Hairshirt

Kiss Off

“I hope you know that this will go downon your permanent recordOh yeah?Well dont get so distressed.Did I happen to mention that I’m impressed?” Last night, I saw a great friend of mine play in his band, The Telepaths. The show was a breast cancer cure fundraiser, and, having nearly missed early detection four years…… Continue reading Kiss Off


My encounters in the elevator in my building have spurned the idea that universal consciousness has never been so relevant as it is in this day and age. As I age and observe people observing me, a young woman, I still do not realize that my perception of myself is expertly cloaked beneath the veil…… Continue reading Elevation

Li Nan, Poet

“only those who do loveare far from love” -Li Nan LI NAN’S BOOK, SMALL AVAILABLE AT VISUAL ARTIST’S COLLECTIVE


RASA KALINAUSKAITE, a journalist from Vilnius: “…when I construct voices by myself, a montage is done, performed by you – you cut out pauses. If we consider voice as a construct of modern epoch, that is the voice without pauses. These days, people avoid pauses, they fear pauses. Because voice without pauses is information…and the…… Continue reading Pauses

Poem, Apoplectic Butterfly / Fin de siècle

winged and warping,current event raws her;a vegetation still life,garage slipcover, combustion dance,this random cluster of corktypical of the Aesthetic movementsfleshtones, flavors. agricolaand villa collide to make agrilla,an Edwardian viceroy illustration each line a place to burnthe census, thoraxthreaded against time. Published in Fifth Wednesday


A friend sent these and I took great delight in them: 1. Coffee (n.), the person upon whom one coughs. 2. Flabbergasted (adj.), appalled over how much weight you have gained. 3. Abdicate (v.), to give up all hope of ever having a flat stomach. 4. Esplanade (v.), to attempt an explanation while drunk. 5.…… Continue reading Neologisms

The Cinema

I absolutely love film. I still have a Korvette’s 8mm left behind from my grandfather when he first came to this country from Lithuania. It sits in a box in my closet, begging me to free it and roam about with it in an inspired trance. I was thinking about the shame of the Oscars,…… Continue reading The Cinema

Poem, Jupiter Uranus Square

These rabid blind details.Reciprocation,icebox curseit is new language. Lovers: when Jupiter,in 12 years, contemplatedyou, now, on January 22.Make hands, make a significantera. Uranus, ‘the Awakener’ hits cosmic you. You. Most significant banana.Rabid reciprocations inthe language icebox.

Poem, 17

post of olive marrow,winter lasso, arrivedeach a mother,a matron, & mistressunder the universe’scruel microscope.each mind lettersa scientist and then,17 of them: “I am awhisper.” And then,all that cuts thirst,all in her walk tothe still lake, allin each crimson gushthe maid cries into her keys.”It must be.” For pistachiomyth, this extinct exchange,no cuneiform across men’smysteries, chests,aches,…… Continue reading Poem, 17

Letter Spirit

The Letter Spirit project is an attempt to model central aspects of human high-level perception and creativity on a computer. It is based on the belief that creativity is an automatic outcome of the existence of sufficiently flexible and context-sensitive concepts — what we call fluid concepts. Accordingly, our goal is to implement a model…… Continue reading Letter Spirit

Poem, Fins to Scale

(^^My fictional album cover, above^^)In my Sanskrit state,in my still celluloid dream,the last gelatine poemssevered from scrolls & minerals. I’m the demographic gaffe,protest me. This fission of girl, this scaling. I, beheaded, a loving cup smirk. My life a mussel—a soft gun,a parliament of flora,my name.

Finch Me A Vacuum

Artist Céleste Boursier-Mougenot. Saw his installation, From Hear to Ear seven years ago at the Cincinnati Contemporary Arts Center. He recently had an exhibit in NY (below) of vaccuum cleaners producing sound via strategically-placed harmonicas. In the backdrop of this exhibit, he a magnified a candle flame and kept the camera steady upon it. He…… Continue reading Finch Me A Vacuum

“Birds of the Baltic: An Orinthological Travelogue”, E.J. Barnes (Drowned Town Press, 2005)

This unique peek into bird watching across the Baltics is done in an accessible, comic book format, complete with light-yet- compelling narrative. The characters visit the Baltics for vacation (Lithuania, Latvia, and Estonia), and their first stop is the Lithuania’s captial, Vilnius. During their tour around Gediminas’ Pilis (Grand Duke Gediminas’ Castle), the female character…… Continue reading “Birds of the Baltic: An Orinthological Travelogue”, E.J. Barnes (Drowned Town Press, 2005)

“I like philosophy as an anonymous job”

Žižek circumnavigates one ideology within this short-yet-inspiring documentary. It is a document, yes, of him going from one speaking engagement to another, decrying the attendance to his lectures by students and budding philosophers alike and observing his son as essence: the natural form of un-love. It is a deception, this idea of love. What we…… Continue reading “I like philosophy as an anonymous job”