Because of copyright issues, etc., etc., I am making this a private blog. For the password, please email me at holdingmytongue at yahoo.com.

I will make occasional public updates about artwork, publications and readings, etc.

The rest of the archives will remain up.

Awesome video at We Who Are About to Die, the last half century of nuclear explosions:
here.

Like a Prayer
Down on my knees
-- Madonna

Then, the letters sticking in your mouth,
you tell the used car dealer exactly what

color you’re looking for. We hold hands
under the tin awning, the rain buzzing

like a hive on fire. The engine of your
face turns to me, and I ask when you

can choke me again. You put your finger
to my lips, worried that the dealer will

hear us. I watch your new tattoo bleed
limp ink, and the tiger on your shoulder
closes his eyes, as if too tired to answer.