The difficult way is mouthful by little mouthful soft soft loud a string of sweet autumnal days and then a Day of nothingness only numb gray brimming hours upon hours etcetera etcetera when it feels people are standing closer to me than I am standing to them what do they all do the people when […]
The worst part of seeing figments is not seeing them. My life is not so hard except for that—alone in a world which moves around me as a silent film, or is too far away to touch, or is as a fantasy. I am as distant to myself as someone I read […]
I have been alone with the thing itself. The depression. The defective heart. God. Inside my mind it is dawn. A wolf appears with a bird in its mouth. Blue feathers, my fate, the beautiful white throat. "Bathing" is from To See the Queen (Persea Books, 2013).
Since I was the one who had been ill, it was she who came to see me. Everyone wanted a glimpse of her. The people emerged from their houses toward mine and with such caution. They made a visor of their hands. It was as if they were to be accounted for, wading the long […]
Inside a Buddhist temple, inside a cave, among tall golden statues, I feel nothing. I think of nothing. I look around, wonder if taking photographs is allowed. On their knees, eyes shut, natives and tourists rock back and forth as though straining together to give birth. I imagine a single firefly stumbling […]