What if the tower fell and took the stars? People line up to touch its cold gravity. They crowd around the top of it pressing ears to hear the last…
Everyone’s trying to get into the act, but who would have expected an ugly beast like him to croon like a Latin lover? His eye winking tearfully, such a deep…
Photograph, 1908 What shall we say of him, this shackled conjurer, light soaked and bristling like a blossom against the Harvard Bridge? Say he gathers the eyes of death to…
I don’t have enough moon today the girl says like an apple tree reddening in the middle of a creekbed the spot where polywogs wake up legged and untail themselves.…
Like , maybe, a cavern beneath the midway where you can still hear the tinkling calliope music, the “Step right up, step right up,” still smell the spun sugar, buttered…
My sister and I were judged by some rogue fairy godmother, whose morality is as complex as a Disney cartoon. I was cursed for cussing the lewd compliments of construction…
They rise, or will rise when blue light says rise, and then, should the moon ease past and green wind shift, and all that ends begins to ripen beneath the…
You left me from the start, eager to test newfound speed in the chase as you teased the huntsmen to race you through the moors and into the woods’ heart.…
The King loves when you’re in a cage. Candy canes melting in the microwave. He’s in the middle of the sky with the aggression of a nosebleed, driving licorice cough…
damp hand in mine, my daughter leads me back, to look up at the definite lace of black elm leaves against the changing sky. Will you remember these twilit…
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