Hammurabi loved flowers and strewed his bridal bed with rose petals, blood red. Nero loved the fuchsia for attracting hummingbirds and their delectable tongues. Louis XIV sent Madame de Maintenon lilies, though he smelled like a bedraggled billy goat. … Read More
“All actual life is encounter.” Martin Buber The cows look slowly up, flick flies with their tails, with their ears, the whole of their flanks twitching like wind through wheat. They stamp their feet, shrug their … Read More
His hand sunk in me like a sunset. I lay on my back and listened the night to black. My skin smelled deciduous. I breathed petals in the silence. The organs in my body crowded closer together; I prepared … Read More
Dark Lake isn’t bad—necessarily. Dark Lake is the mouth of a cave. A dark pupil in everyone’s eyes. The lost dog opens his soul. Dark spills out on the highway. Fuck flows darkly from a tongue. A dark story … Read More
When Daniel is dreaming don’t wake him. What he sees will escape time: feather and horn, hunger, what angels do when God points a finger: Pluck men from a fire’s gut. Seal the jaws, of anything that bites. If … Read More
It’s not true you know, it said that he doesn’t care for you. I know, it said, that sometimes he turns away when you are most amourous but you must admit that you are most amourous most of the … Read More
If it’s not the roof leaking, it’s the basement flooding, and if you’re lucky, if it’s raining hard enough, it’s both. Another mostly empty paint-can abandoned to the damp and the process of settling-out. Another circle of rust soon … Read More
No one else could make it the same. Maybe the whipped milk cream was never fluffed to that cumulus, or maybe the ten pinches of sugar weren’t sifted to those sprinkles between thumb and fore-finger, or maybe the gelatin … Read More
Kuya said to coffin Goldie in an empty cigarette pack, or say some words and flush him down the drain, but his sleek belly was a wink in the lonely morning light – I couldn’t. Ran to the backyard, … Read More