—after John Ashbery The city dealt the peninsula a zoo, widening trails for joggers to get sidetracked. Clouds of arsenic stacked up at the hips of docks, sifted into furrows leaching into leeks and parsley….
Browsing Category Poetry
Mabuse’s Afternoon
—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…
Familiar Canids
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,…
Ronnie Wood And Rod Stewart Made Small Faces Into Faces
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…