Published in Issue 62.4: Fall 2023 The desire to find your mother’s hand must be cured A slow day under the sack is a contagion The desire not to melt into fields is an affliction The wish to be still as the sky unfolds into pink dusk means your life is in danger The desire …
Published in Issue 62.4: Fall 2023 The earth will try to reclaim you. It will begin with moss — its fuzzy teeth that soften the side of stone as if making a meal of hard bread. Green unfurled on your skin like a rash of tobacco covers a field. —A softly splotched compass slying across …
Published in Issue 62.4: Fall 2023 There is only one place on earth where a frieze of mermaids stand silently as women in black bras and underwear scrub the body in front of them. This poem will not change the uniform they must wear or the male and female only lockers or the x on …
SLOW TIME SIMMER Bumbling at thresholds like any, “to god,” I might drop in pidgin tongue on toe. Dearest Adalao, restlessness remains the way I meditate: hopscotch & dream-smoke, trouble-cause & flam. I got those Hi-fi speakers, baby! For listen—that’s what my body is. Cold, gangly & fidget as this city gets when hurt, would …
Here is a story, particular in its expression, common in its effect. In 2009, I was on a panel at an experimental writing conference hosted by the University of Buffalo, NY. The panel had been convened by a friend and writer I admire. It was titled: “Inconsequentiality: Why It’s Important.” I was presenting alongside this …
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