1. Like one of those bubble-makers spewing drooling chains from balconies during Mardi Gras parades, I am churning out his cells as we speak. Some of the bubbles detach themselves, float free. To cut myself would be to … Read More
I try to count the things she can’t the vine in the mustard yellow bowl left in the water that couldn’t be drained the tiny grapes I ate the night before her burial the ash-tipped wick, … Read More
One fortune teller says someone could walk around with a gun, shooting into the air and the bullets would not strike a living soul. Another says she invited a man with no money to sit and talk and he … Read More
It was raining when the candles finally came out smelling like dish soap. The restaurant was empty so Damien and I scribbled in our notepads. I’ve worked at so many restaurants now, nothing feels like a rush. Only frustration … Read More
An Elvis impersonator was invited to give a one-day graduate seminar at NYU. During the talk, the impersonator demonstrated such techniques as the knee drop, the one-arm windmill, and the iconic sneer, which, the impersonator emphasized, was the essence … Read More
It’s always the three woman I can’t stop looking at—closed circle, hands entwined, pallid faces absorbed in thought, a small loop of time. As if even amidst nature’s suspicious generosity, the over-laden orange blossoms, the dark moss … Read More
for Harry and the snows of Kilimanjaro How airports are cathedrals, each line a pilgrimage. The tilt of an airplane as seen from the last row, its windows open, diving to land. My daughter’s toy butt. A wireless … Read More
When I’ve been crying. My face, a puffy moon. Heart, mean and wounded. My voice, a flat slick of fat on the soup top. Last night I dreamt about guns. Guns and creatures lurking in the water. The … Read More
in no field, there can be no horse grazing on no wildrye or wheatgrass, no yarrow teeming with no ladybugs, no bubbling cumulonimbus in no baby-blue sky, no pinkish afternoon or angry dawn, no small roadside … Read More
Fish have something in them called a lateral line—this is what helps their schools stay together. When they want to stay still, they face upward. Into the current. Truth reversed does not make a lie. A lie reversed does … Read More