—after John Ashbery As long as the soft touch of the Pacific bellies up tufts on yonder cliffs and the Philippine plate rumbles skyward he says he’ll take the family out of familiar as boarding schools and long commutes left only tablet time aboard tour buses bounding inland— caves to native hunting grounds, ravines following erosion to the source: long… Read more →
In my dog brain I am easily loved or mauled. In my dog brain I sense I’m sealed inside something metal, air temperature rising. my I-ness keeps sloughing The subject’s position : kennel, wire door, bloodflecked. hyper vigilant I can feel (a whisper along my nerves) the apex predator circling.
the caption reads Takes Pictures of Her S**t underneath the schoolteacher who wears a two-toned skirt and a pullover sweater with an appliqué of a Bichon Frisé the retired driving instructor Bertrand rarely discusses the loss of his parents in the Le Mans tragedy of ’55 they were numbers 33&34 of 83 I’ll be damned thinks the sheriff from Kanab… Read more →
The cell divided can eventually stand. Does anyone want a complete person beside them. Can anyone accept a magnitude. The exponent approaches platform. Does a deadlift. Bench press. Gavel gazing, up and down attention. Some people are eating something as others lick their teeth. Head first, stomach later. Trust science more than the scientist. The hands of people sweat. Yes,… Read more →
What I’d like is to tell you the redemption story. The same shine as balloons: a remnant of white in the sullen pupils of the dead-in-life, and how those dead may be made new, if they’ll fix a gaze long enough on just about anything the wind chooses to play with. A bonus for dusk, a grove of palmettos, or… Read more →