When the girl sings, I see the strings in her voice the velvety tendrils, winding and fluttering the spaces between us trembling with crimsons shuddering with saffrons blazing with the teal of Sunday church bells I never doubt the clarity … Read More
Bro, Your top three buttons are lazily unfastened, revealing that burly tuft of black chest hair. One motion, succinct: ball in cup. But when I go for the chest bump, you turn away. What is different? What has changed? Are … Read More
Annie, dusting the earth in birdseed, cups her ear for the coos of loons that echo up from Bantam Lake—across the thistled yellow hill where deer would bow their heads, go rigid, then bolt into the curtain of trees.
I wake to the sound of a snowdrift shed from the roof like antlers shrugged off by a deer or like that molting time when birds stay flightless a while to grow themselves back.
My stomach is parched from having just peed into the muddled ground. And it hurts from having nothing to eat, no ring pops, no soda, no sunflower seeds. It’s an empty hole, a cosmic hole— it could collapse now into … Read More
They breed in drains. A tinful of groundnuts. Fist in the honey pot. Can’t. Cultured, in a bad way. And bloom into quintillion coils. Theft at midnight, errors in the yard.
We find imagination be the only defense against these leaves, fast cluttering my desk with pages I do not recognize— what beckons me to sleep and dream the silverfish that haunts my basement or looks the sounds of a smile? … Read More
