The new monks like moths gather to the light scree falls into the folds of their feathered skin robes amid foul screens callous bawls window shades pulled down the game glows with electric flames warm and hand wrapped wireless controllers fingers jostle the joysticks.
Tangential Narratives: Notes on Julia Cooke’s “The Other Side of Paradise: Life in the New Cuba.”
As a child can only be tangential to its parental revolution, what happens when the citizen is a child of the state that follows, the state that insists on adopting parental authority, never relinquishing its hold? The child learns to walk and talk in the surveillance of its parental shadows. Some children learn to escape…
Whorlscope
Whorled weary for this world’s woes worsened by winter’s whistling wicked wishes as worrying as this watch of one’s web life ebb, and if that’s not maudlin enough, sick of this car’s cough, too, its needy changes and fillings, its overheated tantrums, leaks, stalls, and traffic jams, the orange cones and potholes and all ways…
An Impure Primer
A beastly catechism dog eared brown cat drenched frozen green halo. I just kwikzilver looked. Mighty nice mice nook. Opening opinion pending please query queue quorum. Run straight toward universe vast wobbly. Exit your zero.
Song at a Border Crossing
If this be your love come away with us come away. If this be your love steal away with us steal away. If this be your love come free with us come free. And if this be your fear songs smiling ear to ear songs that give no take – unhinge the gate of your…
Feast of Epiphany
Epiphany In the straw burrow farm mice. Get a little closer and you’ll see Nits in baby Jesus’s hair, lice, And a house snake in the olive tree. There’s beer on the breath of the three Sage men sitting under the olive tree, Playing games of cribbage, Ushering in a new age. The pieces are…
Drizzle Rain
A trip of plovers paused wading in the wet sand of an ebb tide each one after another across the sloping beach stopped and pecked and ran on. Up on 101 a swarm of workers on a wet sidewalk in winter huddled at the bus stop waiting and each one hopped aboard and nipped and…
Epiphanic Cat
A kin of kindly epiphany, unblinding, not whiskey aflame in your raw throat, a mud dog’s bouche to your uncupped groin, but the silent soft brush of a cat rub against your leg to say hello and please pay attention to her.
This and That
This and That had a quick chat. You go this way and I’ll go that, balanced on the brim of a hat. Said That, I which wish to set up this neither forget nor forgive any trespass near or far. As far as that goes, replied This, I’ll look forward to that there reminder, and…
