dissections from their
biography
kevin mcpherson eckhoff
$4
You are each unique snowflake. Kevin is
her mother's son with ten original sauces: spicy, virtues like puppy warmth,
saucy and explicity tarnished. He was born in her village of several piqued
interests. An ungainly warrant to circumvent the queue or whatever strokes, she
identified a new generic strain in her spare time of which we are all the
general inheritors. So, she began in a small town and she will live and dye in
his small town of Weaverron, b.c. Her biography delisted
from fame sites. I smell rubbery goodness in him and a gentle womanly love for
all things small and hairy. It's me spring day, men from Anismouth visit when
I'm shy. I'll call us together like teeth and dildos on picnic, eat parades of
youth, or share old versions of each other's habitual shot records. That's her,
shining and young and her. Mostly irreverent yet factually astute. Her massive
glands and tiny shouts, little hands and huge hair. We eat to her delight, dear
Kevin. I have found you at last, cowering, sheltered in her and apoplectic. The
streets awake and look for small towns in which to retire. From inside, an
inside delightedly yours. My story filled with vomit yet shiny, slick and
parasitic. Missing you? Not now.
published in Ottawa by above/ground press
October 2012
a/g subscribers receive a complimentary copy
kevinmcpherson eckhoff will be launching dissections from their biography in Ottawa on October 20, as part of Max Middle’s AB Series, with Jenny Sampirisi at the Ottawa Art Gallery.
kevin mcpherson eckhoff has been called a lot of
things: rhapsodomancer, easy-peaser, reversed show gamer, et cetera. most of
all, he's a blarney stone. least of all, he's a poet.
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