1. Spiral notebook plastered with animal stickers. Bunny wearing a beret, balancing a palette. Kitten cuddling a giant candy heart. Dog standing upright in a yellow slicker. 2. In the first entry, I wrote about my baby sister who died right after she was born, which is what my mother had always told me. 3. My “faverett” food was “spgetti”;… Read more →
The short jacket thrives1 in the type of yellow that you won’t add any adjective word in front of, and you could always find it at your first glance2, regardless of where you tossed this outerwear the night before, regardless of who3 and what4 made you toss it. The main color of yellow has been interrupted by the dark-brown stretchy-materialled… Read more →
I turned up that exact snapshot: recognized nobody, nothing, just as it knew not either of me. Police radio chatter & deep calming breaths: step predicts into its next step heel to toe. History to blame: makes whatnot so. You wait in the hall forever for time to be up. The fire door. The search party. Skin, bones & the… Read more →
Six times since 2014, I’ve walked the Ice Sheet. Together with Antarctica, 99% of the Earth’s freshwater ice is in Greenland. We know it’s melting. Oceans rising. Air warming. The planet’s balance is turning like a body in sleep. As the ice retreats, it reveals a landscape of debris at least 2.5 million years old. Rock and sand emerge like illegible… Read more →
After Marina Abramović If given honey, if given a scalpel, what then?Our choices are laid out before us: bread, wine, grapes, a pistol,and a bullet. A child on his father’s shouldersstares over a sea of people. The room busies with murmuringbefore everyone goes mute. The time is ours,the woman is ours. Men in collared shirts begin to choose:a rose, a… Read more →
consisting of phrases found in closed captions, Strunk & White’s Elements of Style, and “Depersonalization: Standing in the Spaces Between Recognition and Interpellation” by Orna Guralnik, PsyD, & Daphne Simeon, MD aligned with the social order, so thoroughly mastered, [men continue indistinct]. a three-dimensional person becomes a mannerism; to carve out a new sovereignty [soft fingerpicking] in which we breathe… Read more →
To say it is or isn’t. To be a toothless cuntless godless ghost. You ask the questions whose answers make the whole night & next morning flaccid. If I could love a stranger half as much as I want to cripple your words I would leave myself for the blue man holding roller skates at the end of the block…. Read more →
Hadn’t it been for the two peregrine falcons, I could’ve quibbled today’s versification along in typical cryptic– disguising the joy as grief & vice-versa– but first, submit to my credit, I did tuck a bow paddle responsively to the stern & with few complaints, such as why, human, overcoached yet ostensibly possessed of a free will, can’t I shrug myself… Read more →
You will never know I am here, beneath your feet, but I will feel the tread of your boots as you move down the trail, between trees whose roots shape my own corridors. How incongruous your method of movement, so many limbs to coordinate, the process of mastering balance. As you push your body through the air, do you feel… Read more →
I traverse ages across orange-red tiles, ceramic, beautiful, rich in hue and tone and warmth, like a cathode ray tube shot from them to us and back again, my mind a buckshot mess of uncertainty. But tomorrow finds me with radium Brazil nuts voyaging through my veins, penetrating my weakened sinews, long since severed from their purpose, me, asleep, nearly… Read more →