It was the year bank called the cracks in the plaster, the fissure between the bricks, the silence behind the meadowlarks, the useless rustling of leaves. It was the year bank called the cracks in the plaster, the fissure between the bricks, the silence behind the meadowlarks, the useless rustling of leaves. It was the year bank called the cracks… Read more →
Armchairs don’t leak honey any longer, but water. There’s so much water. So much. Soil from flooding. Soiled from flooding. Monsoons create aeolian lakes all over the backyard, newborn landscapes the sparrows and squirrels jointly luxuriate in. Ice arcs into rainbows, an untrod path to skate down while inhaling crisp, clean midnight. Far, but closer than you think, piles of… Read more →
When you find yourself in Siberiawith a jukebox strapped bomb-like to your back,house-arrest anklet sounding its alarm, a direction manual to disengageit yet in a language you do not speak,you know what it is to be led to prayer. You check your pockets for your phone, wallet,a map: finding no such help except wadsof rubles, you force-feed those contents in—… Read more →
The ones who come after us won’t wonder what our figures rounded up to When they ask about us, they will ask: “why did they bleed their gods dry?” They will carry our rib cages as gambling charms They will use our thumbs to chisel stardust from their teeth – the future will throb like the eyes of an underfed… Read more →
Since memory has started to betray her, grandmother bottles everything she can. During summer, I wake up to see her scuttling around the garden with a sack full of jars. In the distance, a cow in a field calls for her calf but hears nothing in return. Grandmother kneels before a hedge of flowers, picks one of every kind and… Read more →
What do I think of damp and soggy days when all the mud there is begins to squelch and squeak like frogs wounded by a plunging branch, when every fallen leaf looks just as wet, as if each one had fallen from some giant water-tree, and when the clouds simply cannot decide on how to fall: like this, like that?… Read more →
I broke down the door to our home,More than once.But I remember the first timeAs clearly as an ant magnified in a pearlOf dew— You laughed and said, “Brilliant, nightmarish,Ridiculous, your key’s right there—On the terrace.” I had to reattachThe door frame with a hammerAnd nails. After that, breaking was easier.I barely kept trackOf where my keys were. Each drunkenEvening… Read more →
A time of storms has murdered our weather. This sight of scary clouds, a heath behind a surfer sea, wetsuits like beetles sunning the arctic dusk. It makes me feel transported to a broken and unreal time, night to the right, dinky sunset to the left, people in cars all around wondering if it’s time to turn on… Read more →
It is evening, but the day has just begun for the whimsical warriors. They have come fromeverywhere, with an innate obedience to the call to play. They arrive with an arsenal of fun andexcitement in their eyes. Ropes whip through the air. Rhythmic stomping shakes the ground.Feet skid and shuffle. The jovial battle cries seep well into the late evening…. Read more →
Childless, I become the father of my father.To my father I feed this soup. I am unloved by women.My father has nearly forgotten his love for me, and I seek to unrememberthese weeks of unsleeping in his home. Thin veins of snow stitchthe grass outside. The home leaks heat. Driving into town, life moves along,normal as the wind as it… Read more →