Here Be Monsters
Is it the sea we wish? The sleep of the changeless? […]
Animals
Strangler Fig
Tonight walks the rainforest of you, and the ecologist’s English fails the imagination between what’s beginning, just, to sleep, and what’s waking. Some bird is almost a 7-inch country song of carbon repeating ‘til dawn, a turntable in the roots with the orange-kneed tarantula. Old nightmare cleared for palm oil, the clouds fall through a […]
Decline of the North American Songbird
Not cantata—sonata. Whatever they were, the first birds of spring, the doctor kneaded your breast counterclockwise. Discovering the mass, he needled a bit of blood & core, asked me to push Print— a sonogram I could imagine Beethoven, maddened by syphilis or […]
Transmutation Notebook B
I am drawn to Phaethon’s friend, Cygnus. His change seems at least half-willed, half the evolution of guilt. For $1,000 you can have your own genome sequenced to find what difference exists between you & the marsh bird you might wish to become. North of Chambers Street, I sat in the planning chief’s […]