Tag Archives: Ethan Milner

i’ve taken to watching war in digitized fragments, each explosion its own commodity, and as a consumer i am safe to ejaculate of course, something is lost without the heuristics of murder i can only imagine and watch (the residual … Continue reading →

among the market’s most dire distractions, the corner musicians bleat, twang, and bellow as they blow through town like dust from the cascades. they are the gray noise for reaching shoppers whose arms always crosshatch, entrapping me in a web … Continue reading →

            there’s green in the air of my dream where naked you curve along the bed in the shape of a pipe             and i ask the wallpaper’s dots and the yawning window angled open for your name and you             augur an … Continue reading →

how do you lose a week? a month? four years in a hole, for a laugh, or a ride on a highway of light, or a lesson you can’t remember what tips that primal scale? is it suffering, joy, forbearance? … Continue reading →