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Didn’t I Fuck You Once?

I’ve left the old Juilliard building, am waiting for the #5 bus in the dusk of my first October in New York. Strolling by, three trick-or-treaters smack me...

In the Realm of Fear

I whisper, Heal us, heal us hope my words find a prayer, imagine it rising like mist— how easy it used to be as a child. The ritual...

Codex

We sandbag the ventricle leak of ancient light to restore haloes to the right objects –freezers, turn signals, microwaves. Everything is early, spry with milt, the delicate...

In the afterlife from a distant forest

driftwood cast upon the sea’s lashing, slips through the fingers of waves, colonized by gribbles, riddled with pinholes from shipworms, hoppers, wood piddocks home/dinners, dressed in brine at the...

World on Fire

Day is blood-orange red because fire possesses everything now, because fire says, enough. Rain is lost over the ocean. Jump, says dolphin, water and rocks will catch you. Believe...

April 2020

The low-slung sun spreads first-light shadows on a deserted road as it slips between dark doors of locked-down stillness towards this fragile frontier-line in human closeness We doff and don and change...

Wasted

1. On the darkest days of pandemic I avoid the rooms with the tools I could easily use to kill myself. I’ve almost certainly witnessed a few animals die of their own volition. Squirrels, insects, a...

Short History of the Accident

Each morning the same skull fracture, an indented line I trace with my fingers in the shower while washing my hair. The drunk leaning over,...

Altered

A yard is a box with its lid tilted up so anyone can look inside +++++++++++++++++++and get closure. I looked all day through the gaps in...

TO PARADISE, I GIVE MY HALF-FORGOTTEN DREAMS

I. So this is it. Is it singular in itself still, whole, inviolate despite the many depredations? You can see slender branches waving gently...

the creative gene

my mother says she has started to see things at the edge of her vision: mice, flies, general disturbers of her immaculate and germ-free peace. she...

Midnight in Quarantine

The coyote has long since gone but the old pit bull still barks at the edge of the chain link fence for hours without pause. I lie in...