Prose, Poetry, and Art since 1956
Galaxies In art history I learned ghosts sneeze when they hover near paintings The ectoplasmon their skin turns green People tend to hoard seashells from abandoned beaches after spending an afternoon with me We sit on the patio next to a building flocked with pigeonsand drink tea darkened with bourbon I’m kidding I’m sober now Ravens are fantastic translators of human speech After a day…
Their shirts are blue and red, striped and checked, the collars popped, armpit seams untouched by antiperspirant. They are puppy-limbed and footed, eyes wide and unshuttered as lighthouses. The music doesn’t matter: Backstreet Boys, Bloodhound Gang, radio-edit Eminem an arrhythmic heart-skip of censored somethings. The boys take turns careening across the circle, hips loose, ankles floppy, knees jerking in and out. The more daring snap…
My grandmother only calls me to complain about deer and their incomplete bodies. Her backyard gutters with fog, so they bother her piecemeal. On monday she finds antlers stitched into moss and forsythia. Or on thursday, two tongue-tails bound at the quick. She spends my birthday tallying hoofprints and occasional hooves. She cajoles me to return and collect them. I used to clean her yard…
Hope is the Thing With Feathers A Burning Haibun Here, April means storms. But that day, no one expected hail to bullet out of an open-mouthed sky. It rolled off the neighboring roofs, ricocheted into our windows, warped the siding. We stood in the middle of our living room, dumbfounded at the sounds of being surrounded. Fifteen minutes felt like years. Afterward, we held hands…
Sheep fell outside herselfpink anemone protrusion pinktongue splat wide between molarsa yell like a horn or stripeof gummy candy. O matted warmbody, curled around youngclumps of boneless massMother As we kneel, our elbows redin your colostrum/shit-cakedhole. O sheep!Bodies pressed to the woodto the wool—nowyou must run and hopeyour own vulva flips, a fruitpitted, a gut strung, a childhappy, twirling in the waves. Photo by Antonello…