By the window

There’s a man there by the window. And he’s speaking with such precision you can see the letters spit forth into air shiny newborne serifs spinning. And his words are just hanging out there piling up there in a loose stack by the window free dialog for the taking. I’ll pass.

x-post: And the Vortex and the poetry and the east coast of it all

Another week, another episode of Monkey Vortex Radio Theater. This week: an all-new spoken word spectacular from east coast letter-chef (that’s right — “letter chef!”) Lee Kaye, featuring beats by west coast stick-sensation (!) Shoeless Adams plus guest voicework from the stars of UPN’s “Anarchists for Hire!”: Eileen Dahl and Shonny Vortex! (All sewn together … Read more

In my blue house

…by guest poet Shonny Vortex. In my blue house Everyone is I, I Talking about themselves In my blue house Hearts bang on your head With drum sticks And stars twinkle In the daytime And fish swim into your mouth So you can eat them And flowers grow out Of your head And people have … Read more