And in those days the ptarmigan will become as white as driven snow … Stirs a few speckled ovals @ high elevation and promises shell-shock, survival. Each egg is as seismic as it gets inside a world of dwarf willows, lichens, mosses — moorland fruit. And, then, in a split- … Continue reading
Hay una constelación sobre sus sábanas enormes Suficientes para acoger un cadaver de gigante Alguien me dijo que No sabemos aquí, en occidente Lo que es un gigante Pero enseguida rió y de su boca salieron rosas, Llenas de espinas recorriendo los tallos, Para llegar a mis pies There is a constellation on … Continue reading
A man alone in a midnight tavern a hundred miles out of Paris thinks of a dancer in Carcassonne a Sunday stabbing in Place Pigalle hears wind gaining through the Marne the evening’s unmapped road of truant voices insomniacs and drunks pilfering their own sleep mandolins lighting ballads in unlit corners and his mother rising … Continue reading
So what is the antithesis of strawberry is not strawberry? I’m inclined to say it’s ash, if only to impress upon you the more practical theory of how a thing is often gotten at in getting at what it’s not. How you encouraged these bubbles to fettle my nose reciting the méthode … Continue reading
A blue whistling thrush swoops from behind Palavi’s kutir, Hindi for cabin, anytime we step out. We know of women from Kausani who carry large baskets of rice shoots on their heads, their bodies thin and straight as pines spread in these Himalayan foothills. They wear saris vermillion, turquoise, chartreuse or midnight blue as the … Continue reading
No satined-ceiling basement room for me. Let my flesh be cleanly burned away, my bones returned to dust and ash. Swept from the retort, ground fine, shards of bone released from recognition. My artificial joints mourn magnetic removal. After all, they stepped in when movement was too painful for my body to bear. Though … Continue reading
Subdue me with robin’s egg glow blind me with the neverending scroll in the dark under my pillow monsters can’t find me here and maybe I’ll stop listening to whispers if I cram a fistful of guitars in my ear nevermind they come from my mind I can’t stuff a sock in my … Continue reading
You could wake up believing in chocolate chip trees and a hip hop god who directs your sheets to rap in the morning. Another day you might wake as a pimple— bloated, unwanted, ugly as pus— and feel everyone rush to cream you away. The sky might aim its crows at your head or vicious … Continue reading
I wait for a curse, a sad and final gunburst before it’s time to leave. There are figs my mother gathered for breakfast, the sins of brothers that weren’t sins before chameleon-sprayed on the walls of Al-Jami al-Kabir, where the girl I loved sold carnations in the quiet light; her hair still … Continue reading
A friend of mine made out with Christmas, but I boned Samhain. It was like falling into a plane at 7000 miles per year. So much better than kissing a manger or worse. I don’t know. Someone married the Fourth of July. It ended in alcoholism. No one is born on birthdays anymore. It seems … Continue reading
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