When the ground is lit when your back, hands, intent are lit full well full dawn of dark when the tide swells (forget sea) when the tide swells in soil unseen root stem leaf when the moon is in its age plant that which rises above the ground to bloom […]
Do you remember how close you were to her when she was farrowing and she needed you her bawling drawing you out of bed a bad dream how you washed her vulva, soft warm water over your own hands how you scrubbed even your fingernails under your fingernails before […]
She’d say, Never have a child you don’t want. Then she’d say, Of course, I wanted you once you were here. She’s not cruel. Just practical. Like a kitchen knife. Still, the blade. And care. When she washed my hair, it hurt; her nails rooting my thick curls, the water rushing hard. […]
With the thousand bananas on my plate, a fish swims. The boy licks his lips and the cat, the fins. All I want Lord in Heaven is a net for fishing oh! please keep Lord in Heaven my canoe from tipping. My fishhook snagged two catfish three squid on the zangareio […]
A navy blue nainsook patchwork quilt ready for love. The girl lolls across the bed. The knife sharpened against stone rests on the kitchen rack and snapper in the samburá anticipates its slicing. As her eyes flutter concentrating on brave ants, she waits for the one who’ll steal her loosened strands smelling […]
The man mending his net needle in hand net hung on its nail. The man mending his net thinks about the need to stitch pictures the fish that might escape through that rip. The man mending his net mends his world. The serious man expertly threads his needle with red line shoos away […]
Um corpo flutuava no mar de azeite e foi essa a maior lembrança de sua pouca juventude. Não era uma carcaça de navio nem era uma parte da floresta que havia se desprendido para o mar. Mas a sólida matéria que um dia Deus soprou o Seu espírito. Estava vestida de cinza […]
No meu prato tem um peixe nadando com mil bananas. O menino lambe os beiços e o gato as barbatanas. Eu só quero Deus do céu uma rede pra pescar ó não deixe Deus do céu minha canoa virar. Meu anzol ferrou dois bagres três lulas no zangareio no mar sete remadas […]