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	<title>Science Fiction Saint</title>
	<link>http://njcullen.frontenachouse.com</link>
	<description>Fragments from a reluctant suburbian</description>
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		<title>Santa Maria</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Oh Mother of Jesus
This world is still at war
The beautiful girl down the street has been murdered
And we are empty as prayer
If we are made up of our losses
Then we are as thin as Kleenex
Living in hope for the dead
Our breath unable to rest in
Our lungs search for solace in the new suburbia
We shovel; we [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://njcullen.frontenachouse.com/?p=63</link>
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		<title>(from) Romance: an essay</title>
		<description><![CDATA[1#
Her hose felt like sheaths of clammy cloth on her exceptionally pretty legs
This ringing in my ears points to an historical deafness
By which I forget the tights I endured as a child with crotch permanently anchored midway between thigh and kneecap
Their unforgiving synthetic itch
Coupled with frigid winter air penetrating thin, scarred fabric
Such were the requirements [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://njcullen.frontenachouse.com/?p=62</link>
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		<title>untitled child</title>
		<description><![CDATA[to think some doctor slapped us into breath
into the realm of solid objects
and salt and pepper
slapped us into the hour of our mother and father
dropped us into bicycle baskets
newspaper bags and wheelbarrows
banana seats and sissy bars
passed us into baptism
communion
confession
and confirmation
when we were kids posed on the brown couch
first sullen
then defiant
our weeks were marked by Bugs [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://njcullen.frontenachouse.com/?p=61</link>
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		<title>This River</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Oh juicy whiff of my flow
On this this day in history when Cartier discovered the St. Lawrence
And the river was visited by its first wave of super malls and hummers
Five hundred and twenty-eight days since my last day one
(Menstruation coinciding with this predicament of arousal that has knocked me back to fifteen years old and [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://njcullen.frontenachouse.com/?p=60</link>
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		<title>Perhaps Like Mary After Percy</title>
		<description><![CDATA[(Oh) Darling, these dreams I’ve been having
They’re filthy
Complex in their simplicity
Think of Percy Shelley’s charred heart
Both concrete and symbolic
These dreams
(I should say) Our dreams, which accurately describes this sleep
(I ask you) Is it possible for a heart to survive the funeral pyre?
(Now)I am not only speaking metaphorically
I imagine Percy Shelley’s heart safely wrapped in paper
and [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://njcullen.frontenachouse.com/?p=58</link>
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		<title>True Love</title>
		<description><![CDATA[you lying girl-bastard
fuck you
and everyone who said you didn’t
all that venomous hope
and gossip
and now
all this vodka
this unfinished business
you did this
but something else too
you have been unspeakable
but we got somewhere didn’t we
I want to ask you why
but it’s so cliché and we both know you wouldn’t have the words
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		<link>http://njcullen.frontenachouse.com/?p=57</link>
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		<title>Sunday Morning</title>
		<description><![CDATA[You should have seen me
All bravado and tits
Perhaps it was the altitude or the sheer gravity
Or it was her arms which called to mind yours
Gesticulating in the pie shop
When Mrs. Atlanta Georgia gave us the secret of lemon meringue
And the entire United States of America invited you to their house
At any rate, I was the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://njcullen.frontenachouse.com/?p=55</link>
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		<title>Bad Hair Day</title>
		<description><![CDATA[That coroner fucked with your hair
clearly style is not meant to interfere with the efficacy of dissection
and I suppose the angle of your neck could not have been helped
it’s not as though pretty would have solved the problem of your being lifeless 
On television the dead are so full of life
but you, cold, odd and [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://njcullen.frontenachouse.com/?p=53</link>
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		<title>Once an Addict, Always</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Anyway, after the terrible dream that you were alive what remained was the pleasure.
And the nausea
The insomnia
The (textbook) rage and affection
Relapse
Recovery
And etc
All as average as the suburb where we lived.  I guess it is safe to say we were not masters of artifice.  It is safe to say that this unhappiness pitched under [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://njcullen.frontenachouse.com/?p=52</link>
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		<title>How little tender</title>
		<description><![CDATA[How little alone
It’s true each other took
Poverty from our mouths and
Quickly we were left from a safer refuge
Fighting possibility
A dog day
Eats escape
The only thing ever trusted
I know this dream
I suppose I just think
That maybe this anger
This anger would keep better in a jar
This anger followed by ellipses
This moment of longing
This moment of wanting to believe [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://njcullen.frontenachouse.com/?p=51</link>
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