Fanny Howe

Texas Texas

A star is just a smudge on magnified glass. I have never been more disappointed. Nietzsche takes a saunter along the border because it is warm enough to step out at night. Malevolent blobs dance at his feet. This is when we pause to speak in sleep. Our eyes follow the lights while we ponder which is worse: Nothing or something you don't recognize.

Nov 12, 2008 / Books & the Arts / Fanny Howe

Three Poems Three Poems

* Zero built a nest In my navel. Incurable Longing. Blood too-- From violent actions It's a nest belonging to one But zero uses it And its pleasure is its ow...

Jan 17, 2002 / Books & the Arts / Fanny Howe