I am learning the business of being loved, the way always lingers on the tongue after it’s spoken more than once. There is a rhythm to it, the banality of…
From here, you can see the fabric of the year scuffed raw and worn thin around a grey horizon’s fine and unforgiving rim. Today the sun is light and empty;…
What damage can be done with two black eyes? Real destruction, like the planes of nine eleven Like a blunt twig, snapped in half and lobbed to heaven or some…
Thump, the perpetual freezing / Thump – the virulence, the White-hot blaze of a heart under the tundra Limestone, basalt heart of memory – Heart of throughline gone relative at…
My grandparents’ kitchen was indelibly turquoise their laminate countertops hosted black currant jam parties berries picked, cooked, poured into paraffin topped jars and plunged into hot water baths to save…
I remember the way February looks after midnight— jigsaw lines of houses, small front yards the rain crawling along the ground, turning to ice speaking blacktop cracks into existence. I…
Foaming and violent as the wave, we echo of beatings taken on shores unknown or known too well. The sea is as young as it is sage, as seasoned in…
