of god and merriment both
Is there a word to describe these dandelions – exploding the canvas of varied greens with their temporary yellow splendor – and what they do to the path of our attention? Striking is too evocative of human violence which they are antithetical to – if anything disarming might be more appropriate calling as they do for a laying down of… Read more →
A Love Poem
“Beauty will save the world.” Prince Myshkin to Rogozhin, The Idiot The way the wheels of the six traincaress the belly of the Brooklyn Bridge is a love poem.These egg custard tarts we bought — also a love poem,sugar sonnet, we laugh, tearing apart soft, circular pastryinto perfect, jiggling halves, and in… Read more →
King Ludd
For the fourteen ‘luddites’ who were executed in 1813 thin rain rounds almost everything over and again over and again and sounds like kindness moving over the moors and the wooly walls of stone fields until it reaches mist and begins to be everywhere all at once, like sickness searching the blind edgelands for any profit deep enough to stick… Read more →
Ars poetica with a shovel
“Until the lion learns how to write, every story will glorify the hunter.” Chinua Achebe A rite of passage. In my family, when a girl is born, she is gifted a shovel. Generations of gravediggers slicing through the ground like an autopsy, exposed roots, tiny pebbles glinting like my mother’s eyes after weeping. They buried all they did not want… Read more →
No One Knew
No one knew why his neighborhood got hit so many times. It might’ve been the lay of the surrounding farmland, now splattered with monster homes since old man Bix died and his kids sold off most of the land. The Reiki woman told him the indigenous spirits were angry. God knows weird shit had happened close by, like the suicides,… Read more →