How very like a machine, Christmas, inventions, the earth understood and conquered, fragile as the James Webb telescope. The photographs pink and alive, the formation of minerals adding up to, eventually, breath or soul. God. How many thousands of years would it take for a machine to live. How many gods are transplanted, like cactus, full of barbs and teeth…. Read more →
Two poles in the sea. I watch my brother pass between them – water taking his death down to where unpredictable currents pull surface swells apart. Deeply tethered into sand the poles tilt as though bent by the ocean’s solipsistic tides. Two sentinel legs resisting erosion’s salt chaft . Clouds like wet holes pierce the stormy sky, moodiness receding into… Read more →
a fly poised on the sill where a shadow falls half bathed in light half my mind on the Hiroshima bombing seventy-nine years ago yesterday considering those who survived the flash shielded by some arbitrary cast of shadow jumping to fifty years ago today Philippe Petit who danced a tensile line between World Trade Towers gazing down into a gawking… Read more →
Good mothers wear tobacco pouchesfilled with lost teeth, dividetheir bodies into muffin tins, serve themselves for breakfast. Goodmothers even out wobbly table legswith their dream journals and pinky skin. They make afternoon teawith the children’s bathwater. Good mothers sayout loud, This is delicious. Good mothers stuffmagpie feathers in their ears, stuff magpie feathersin their children’s ears. Good mothers build cages… Read more →
The first man to fall into the sunradioed back temperaturesand apologized for lost equipment.We gathered our possessions into a circleand posted a guard. The second man to fall into the suncried passages from Dantelive to an international audience.We looked up. We looked up at the sun.We killed the guard.We burned our possessions. Because the third man to fall into the… Read more →
I. The cherry garden just before dawn was a pool of sky that spilled too far into Earth, too eager to have a body all to itself. In absence of light were trees, kissed into nakedness & sharp as ribs. You ran your nails against their mounds of flesh, stark in their raw tenderness. The trees could not quite shiver,… Read more →