. . . or how one came to no who . . .


Nirvana Flats


M.P. HOOVER

Messenger is clear

on all eight notes of a yawn

his life will unfold

- * -

Kaleidoscope monk

scampers in a spoken slum

ventilizing streams

- * -

Weights of make-believe

can not dissolve new whispers

invented within

- * -

Travor VERTEX

P.O. Box 100

Atlanta, GA 30301-0100


eye am happy to offer a taste of my brain blood . . .

spattered across some twisted ideas . . .

like a psyche neon spew . . .

love fry on me 2 u ;)


Three coins    some lines         thinking of you ...
Barn's burnt down    now I can see the moon ...
A heavy snow falls into the sea    What silence !!


here now, there then,

if not now, when?

crawl, walk, fly,

live a little, then die.

Can it ever be like it

was back through the

looking glass?


an interesting visage . . . perhaps . . . as we will sea.

a coming together into a group to live play . . .

the list can be expanded now also by you . . . if you choose 2.

perhaps we will coin side and eye can meat you . . . virtually.


It's the kind and gentle moments that appaul me the most.

"A moment like this must not be wasted!" I thought as

I felt the slump.

Nothing going on here but some good clean fun.

Jazz music & Martini's flowed as myself and the late misses

danced the night away.

- Miles


A brief interlude of Spaz . . .