Rachelle Hanna (a slideshow)
The Whole of Boredom
Bliss is impossible.
I believe in it like I believe in the soul of the mouse who died in my driveway or was carried there by some stray. What happens to the pleasures of a half-rotted body? The pleasure given by recognizing a shape still enough to sketch on graphed paper? I took a picture to make my phone’s home screen while the… Read more →
an entryway or an exit
how do you explain bloodto a man, the blood it takesto make a person, that you spenda life stomaching as it leaksout of you in dark hot stains untilone day it begins to clotand make a face, a faceyou will feed, a mouth that willbite you and say your nameback to you, an organoutside of you walkingaway from you, an… Read more →
Bobby Taylor
The woman said his mother didn’t want him because he was the biggest of all five and he ate everyone’s food. I guess even dogs choose to alienate what they can’t defeat. The bathroom is the safest place so I pick up the scissors and cut off what’s left of the puppy coat and his old home. Red blossoms all… Read more →
The tender of clouds
Day after gray day of rain drumming Against the syntax of window panes Until you’re no longer a song you know But a humming orchard of memories Dropping from your brittle body, Blowing from room to colossal room, Up the chimney and into the spuming storm Where even the birds tend their silence And the swarm of words you fear… Read more →
HEROES
why u smell like bananas which way u hang a horseshoe “in fact, i don’t” outside target we snort coke drink fracking liquid zesty, he says this is acceptable in our culture give me an interesting image fishnets ripped a strange boy we know intimately or barely he’s biting his lip found him in a seaside town u will never… Read more →
Bear Wings
Berries and coffins this is how I find you The sugar and the death here at once Lift me up you say but I cannot listen Lift yourself up my body yells Tonight we drift into nothingness Stars will not touch either of us Sand travels fast kiss hold hands Trespass the orange light across oceans What’s left when… Read more →
Breakers
The shore is falling away from the page. A blue yawn. I lived here, and could not forget. Even as the salt-air dried my thoughts. Nothing but the lungs to cradle that soft beater. I would call out through the shape of its face like winter stealing the last of the warmth from this shed. Not yet abandoned, the body… Read more →