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 →