Electric wine on my sleeve, I wobble on the tiles. Pots of ragweed and bamboo, a jar of teeth, a bucket of stew, line my kitchen counter. My lover has…
The woman with the tiger’s smile passes us in the garden. Her arms cross her breast and in each hand, a white dove’s clenched in her gloved fists. Their white…
For my birthday my sister gave me a bottle of lotion that somehow smells like the memory of Noxzema, the transmutations of adolescence, astringent and powerful baptisms of splashing water.…
The children keep bristling like a cornered porcupine, happy to point, complain, run to the playground teacher, they all righteous and aglow. Whole peoples nurse their grievances, and she,…
There! It’s done! I pause, worn down but a victor. My greatest act, the final cause: a creature of cumbrous years, hulking big and beefy in my recall. A brute-child…
Head cocked left listening to wind’s cheerless prayer empty as a cistern odd sound diminishing circling a moment, briefly a luminous eternity complementing those who see what is said,…
How changed you are! My magic didn’t do it. Some people shine as constant as the Dipper, Or simply shatter, easily as a slipper; Some shift from hard as glass…
this cape cod of two gables with dirt floor & this dream i’ve been having since toddlerdom — it’s kingdom-castle, crown-tiara, or william castle with gaffes, plastic skeletons flung out…
The horses’ mouths were always open, lips strained against invisible bits that promised no safety if, suddenly free, they turned in passion to devour riders, wheeling in an instant around…
Nothing was more beautiful in Hitchcock’s ornithology — than his blonde haired, green silk heron. The film’s sophisticate. A fisher of fine things and solutions to her fountainous boredom. Her naked…
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