Writings by: Jay Butler

I could go on forever           in this labyrinth of wood pulp,                     plucking beeswax stalks off sconces, pulling & prodding at appendages           of statues that appear to flinch.      …

Iris The calico’s eyes bloom blue-yellow in the window sill, alchemical gold. Sunflower Towering over wired archways, these guardians of hoop houses offer their bodies for butter, oil, lotion, birdfeed, or biodiesel. Poppy Armistice & remembrance, women who caught whiffs of independence in a San Franciscan back alley way. Morning…