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The Disintegration of the Face of Memory

after Dali We’re in gym class with arms spread open turning like flattened windmills making safe space       making enemies. Everyone I pass carries an unreasonable appendage propped in the...

Retreat

The first quarantine happened when I was fifteen and my white blood cells were raging in my brain. Autoimmune Encephalitis— abrupt and unrelenting madness...

Outlander Blues

after quarantine binge-watching I did not stay up to pen a poem while screening Scottish history slipshod neo-porn with unaccented moans. This series has got me going five episodes a...

Stay Close to the Willows

Is a country way of sayin’ remain near home, don’t venture far, keep nearby.   Once you embody shadow under the pine’s umbrella and grace the riverbank, turn around, go no farther.   A...

Clueless Jogger Manifesto in the Age of Social Distancing

I am a jogger, an outside-only jogger. Outside I am moving so quickly that I cannot calculate six feet between myself and slowpokes who walk. I keep moving. I am a moving missile, rocket flying horizontal.

Your Fire and Thunder

Dr. Li Wenliang, who was the first to sound the alarm on the outbreak of the pandemic, died in Wuhan a year ago, on...

Farmer’s Market in Pandemic

The Saturday rite is now a drive-by: we’re all laid back in our masks awaiting our turn. The line stretches far down the street; no one expects to...

Pandemics and Pasta: Sustenance in the Viral Age

Tonight, I am roasting ripe Heirloom tomatoes with onions, garlic, and olive oil in a 400-degree-oven while a blend of mushrooms, garlic, and white...

Intensive Care

No figures here but pulse, breath and pressure; no metonymy of fate but a real hand cold upon a real sheet. What could any actor speak more...

Song at the End of the Mind

I think of you as a radio frequency— sometimes hard to find   as I touch the illuminated dial. But tonight you arrive   murmuring into my ear in halfsleep;   you...

valentines day

++++this day I wasn’t in my body anymore. spineless in the reflection of widespread windows barriers of glass doors closing, needles and beeping and jumpsuits eyes and warm sheets.   I met many...

To Live in Interesting Times

The fluorescent light seems to struggle against death. Not dead yet, the fixture pulses every few or several seconds bequeathing humility to the shadows. The light is beacon-like...