Door Knob, an autobiography

Doorknob, Palm Reader No one ever asks. They slip things inside, try and turn me, give me a full-fisted bang when I won’t open, whisper sweet nothings when I tease, telling me, “Come on, baby, just open up for me. ” Otherwise, in without a word, out with a solid grip and sudden slam, sometimes …

Rilke Revisits Tagrostics

Well, it’s been a while since I’ve had any poetry up in this piece. Same with code, so here at long last is something that combines both. Letter 1: Yourself, Paris, February 17th, 1903 Yourself in the most silent hour of your night Of asking anyone whether they are good or not Unsayable than all …