Clunk
When the fire dies the city hits me like the Dow Jones. I write, I talk, I do. The hedge […]
poetry
Water
Ebbing, water swivels into the groves of mother earth’s spinecollidingcrackingcrashing buoys silently spectatewadingbouncingbobbingsinking i do not feel princess-like wearing this
“Death Will You Play With Me?”
For a little while. I have appointments at 2. Can we play parallax, the event horizon, asymptote? The ones where
The bone moon above Kōdaiji: A Quartet
i. Who sees the black sakura in the courtyard, the fruit that weeps on the branch, a tender flesh staining
The Astronomer
Through his telescope the professor searches, his withered hands clasped as in prayer. When young, his Lover was a girl
Grievances of a Young Midwife
I did not hunger for spawn of my own. Had I not seen enough women with regrets, deep as the
Like a Surgeon, With Her Teeth
When she was three, they left;oak-leaf leather hugged the walls,and her finger, sore, turned red,turned black, the green.The woods brushed
Did God shrink from Adam so, when the dust settled?
Daydreams, fervent and vivid ofdesolation, beauty, delight.How heavily my bodyis anchored, how listlessmy shadow passes over cold, famished streets. I
Caught by her Red-Stained Hands
The red juice incarcerated her;stained fingertips were her judge;her lips dribbled with pomegranate seeds,the jury delivering its guilty verdict. My
On the Möbius
I won’t resist. I know I can’t.I’m statue-still. I’m scentless.Take a whiff. There’s nothing leftof mind, or fear, or promises.
Moonwalk on A Night Sky
You like me when I smell like the moon, glazedwith gunpowder & November dust. Look at the galaxies—a canopy
The Sausage Makers
A red brick box that smells like smoke,meat, and blood. The institution whereall your grandmothers’ grandmotherslearned their cuts on the