“Under a rain of blows, the rebellious child shook with laughter, exposing his throat; not one so much as touched him.“
— Claude Cahun
Bear in a Bowtie
One day, I decided that all my stuffed animals needed names and I would start alphabetically with my closest companion. This resolution came to mind while waiting for my parents…
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The boy from across the street is slamming your head into the pavement, red bicycle abandoned on the sidewalk. You taste copper in your mouth, like suckling on nickels. There…
Go to Post >>My Body Remembers
My body remembers pain. It’s like a prison locking me inside. My left eye jumps with nervous tension. The right eye wants no part and jerks away. My forehead welcomes…
Go to Post >>Five Cups of Disappointment
I poured a cup of calm but found a hole in the bottom…
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Mae
She reminds me of geraniums, red bleeds into pink…
Go to Post >>On Mother Devouring Her Daughter
She says Black is the color of evil…
Go to Post >>Returning From Ithaca
In a dream of journeys, we sit huddled in a boat returning from Ithaca…
Go to Post >>Funerary
Who mourns for these bluebells & buttercups…
Go to Post >>In These Days I Think Of Waking
Waking Up: The Interior Revolution. Preliminary notes…
Go to Post >>Poisons and Medicines
During rituals of divination,
Mayan sorcerers and healers
induced risky hallucinations
with Brugmansia candida,
angel’s trumpet. The poison…
Puffed Up
From wax, Leonardo
formed a doughy mass,
and when it softened,
he shaped it into
delicate animals
filled with air…
Homophobic Chicken
I hate them so much,
Why can’t I stop eating their food?
The Baby
what’ll it eat? reindeer
lead you to sleepless summer nights,
the forest soon generating enough milk & meat
to begin breeding rich allergies
to hay & cities…
Somebody
You put unbaited worms back alive after fishing,
reverse robin, pinky like bird‘s beak
into dirt, to give them a head start…
In Bed, Learning About Bed Bugs
A little beetle, black and white, walks by on fitted bedsheet
as I wake up from my nap,
my lonely lover cuddlebug against my back…
Moving Day
From this moment on, you will love the act of moving. Leaving a place. Letting go…
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