Such Orphanage On all fours and roaming the peculiar half- hour between orange and blue light, I howl in response to the silence of the hills leaning over my city. My city, yes, I speak like a dog lifting its leg, trying to possess. I speak and have only names to show for it. * … Continue reading →

No one swims in Lake Mushroom Cloud, not since the lily pads ate the sun, not since the banks of bones and dirt rolled up their sleeves with a hallelujah fist, and punched a black hole in the face of heaven, a warning to those who grow weary of time, not to order from a … Continue reading →

Inside her cupped hands sprouts a small universe. Inside this universe, another one lays smaller. It is not a bird that takes root, nor a mouse, rather a sharp question that presses its lips against moist skin, where ink notes leak into alphabets, incise through tiny beads of perspiration. Words churn this way and that, … Continue reading →

To her, it was playing a violin, Sweet sinews like stretched strings And the bow ready in her grasp. The cascading melodies she made Part serenade, Part nocturne.   To him, it was a ceaseless rhythm. Each drip was a tap on the snare drums And the trails left behind were a cruise Down a … Continue reading →

What you don’t realize is that when they say “start over” they don’t mean clean slate, to cut your hair name yourself after a famous movie star from the twenties, they mean it as if you were a mountain, and now, you’re starting over from cooling magma and liquid gem. You’ll have to relearn the … Continue reading →

Dead as a fallen log but turned into a human.   A gutbag of small pumps, red rivers and spilled salt.   Drains, curves and arches in a Roman town.   Even stranger than an insect, less noble. Lock the door. Continue reading →

I can’t stop imagining What places would be like If they were abandoned No longer here no longer Around   Or to see it all Fall deep into the Ground And it was because He would never feel the same Just the way the same As the ground   Full of ivy and The dirt … Continue reading →

I am scooping dreamsicle icicles Looking at the orange cup in my right-side-sink Down at the red nightshirt Orange-red.   My skin saturated 100 Bursting citrus smack Luminating into birth with a sneeze, I am a matchstick. Patient for a candle, a floor, smoldering house, burning block, engulfed city. Until I am a star snacking … Continue reading →