Most of us hand off traumaslike traditions, the bloody, mud-crusted baton a father bats his son withbefore the boy takes it running off into the dark future. The pain of being humanrains down fire unto…
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“Stories We Were Told” and “Sirens”
Stories We Were Told for Catherine Corless The young warrior Fionn didn’t mean to steal knowledge. He just burst the blisteron the scale of a mythical salmon roasting over the fire. He sucked his thumband…
She Fools Me Every Time
When I discover my shoeunder her pillow and my credit cardsfloating in the tub, I kiss herfor finding them. Vile animal, she calls mefor taking her clothesand washing them. I confess. She changes my name:…
The Last Thing I Will See Before I Die
Saturday is small and full of bright hot life and love buns. I can’t taste the chocolate notes in coffee three, but Jesus turns the wet brown grounds toliquid light and I growthick roots, twisting…
I Walk Invisibly
to the sound of the advent of cold water when scheming is colouring landscape grey on grey improbably clouding the random body of — along the way in the sense of minerals or…