There is a blue city in mind constructed slantways along a rippling canal, clean and unpeopled but for a musician who plays a harp without strings. The city has one chair where he sits by the broad strokes of water. A lone streetlamp tends its blue arc of light. A Persian […]
To be doubled as in greater than I + I zygote pair self swimming the pool of self or is it halved as a cleaved grapefruit? In school, you write him as your brother, this lost other who drank sap with you in the early dark. Little Gemini: friend. […]
I am, myself, three selves at least, the one who sweeps the brittle bees, who saves the broken plates and bowls, who counts to ten, who tends the shoals, who steeps the morning’s Assam leaves and when day is wrung tightens clock springs. And yes, the one who sat through youth quiet […]
Wear your bones like cold-rolled steel, skin hammered in brigandine sheets. Pound leather and shadow to a stiff segmentata. Be corset-pinched. Clad in devices, night will rise like a wound, duty bronzed to paldrons hulking your shoulders. When your bad decisions are fused with chain mail and you’re dueling in the silence […]
Descending the gray nudge of Market Street I am heavy in my shoes, a little sack-bent. The dryness in my throat is familiar but not comfortable, my body is familiar but not comfortable. Most openings are too small to enter, but upstream and tired, I fall in […]
it is always dark and so night is a matter of perception. Dark as when a door is about to close but does not and a careful emptiness is allowed. Indifference deafens. Questions can be left behind. The Zen-eyes of the eagle care nothing for this moment as if seeing […]
On average, odd years have been the best for me. I’m at a point where everyone I meet looks like a version of someone I already know. Without fail, fall makes me nostalgic for things I’ve never experienced. The sky is molting. I don’t know if this is global warming or if […]
That mostly we do our living in houses, rooms inside houses within rows of houses and everyone is a supporting character in the story of your life and the story is an unevenly written mystery with unearned existential leanings, dreams clinging to you until dinnertime eclipses the afternoon. That you could be in the […]