like Mund, or mouth. Something that widens and glows. Sometimes you see me like a planetary affliction. Body that pulls. But then you remember I am just as meat…
Posts tagged Poetry
“Galaxies” and “Notes on Art and the Implications of Executions”
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…
At the Middle School Dance, all the Boys Circle up for the Crip Walk
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…
Ruminantia
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…
“Hope is the Thing With Feathers” and “Planetary Body”
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…