To cleanse a home of bad smells, those old burn pits from decades ago; bring to the earth and our hands large gusts of rich white billows; welcome guests, let it travel through their hair…
Browsing Category Prose, Poetry, and Art
Liquid Skin
Under the bad neon hardware store lighting in brunch and boutique Ranelagh I flap a six-tint color swatch at my med school classmate. As if a ticket on a commuter train, nudging to get hole-punched…
The Cataloger
Piebold, Maryellen. “Work By 15th-century Female Artist Discovered Moldering in Monastery Basement.” The Adventurous Traveler. Retrieved online: 3 May, 2019. The books on the shelves of the San Francesco sopr’Arno monastery in the Tuscan village…
“In the Morning” and “The Murderer’s Hair”
translated from the Slovenian by Brian Henry In the Morning Infidels measure their prey by the length of an oar. In every sea there’s some angel in a sunken bell. One day the Pacific Ocean will vanish. We’re making…