I’ll talk about something else never that I’m not going to tell you enough I’m going to draw this subtle paradise of paper that doesn’t mention lice or dreams glimpses of a brief childhood I’m going to talk about hammocks and rosaries I assume you don’t pray and you never slept in a hammock […]
What we feel lies beyond the trees. Music does not save us, nor does land condemn us. No star hears it, no fable passes it on. There is no image to translate us. We are a chorus without a tragedy. We are life without death. We are not death. When the sun […]
One must imagine being enclosed. Whosoever cannot imagine enclosure cannot write a letter. Whosoever cannot imagine the impossible cannot occupy the logic of her dreams. But this letter is not a border; it is a bridge. It wants to arrive, though it knows not the destination. It wants to be taken up, though […]
Imagine that distance mythologizes with a force equal to the push necessary to maintain it, so that when you reach the oasis, the myths, without anything to attach themselves to, coil around the vulgarity the eye clumsily touches with its wand of bad translation. Imagine that outside the taxi, in front of the colossal […]
Schools of horse mackerel come out to greet us, weigh your lack of sleep and my jitters. All things considered, they take my side… The landscape is thematic: shellfish that crawl along the shore, clots of algae, villages of gulls established on concrete poles. Closer, only air in broken shapes and voices. […]
There is always iced tea in the fridge and out of date vocabulary lists. Beautiful autumn is here, and soon snow will cover the handrails. In December we will rent mail boxes, and order all the gifts. It’s good to see you depart… A girl yawns and then another. I give each one a story […]
I. Mass at eight in the provinces, the parishioners cooperate obediently. The sun shines on the plate glass windows and a palmiped umbrella curves the wind that inclines the palms toward the South. Lightning: my natural shadow, my electric shadow. It’s the right time. In a meeting with few people I […]
I. Pointless to think that love doesn’t bleach the wet sand or island walls, especially now that the future is almost literal. Books: reprieves from how we act. And at my feet a certain cat plunged in a simple dream of sparrows. Imagine the equator between a vast horizon of pleas and […]