Unspeakable
The heart won’t make its point. Why not let you go out into the sun where blossoms burst and rush like oxycontin? The chickadee’s precision in the pear chastises my ear Continue reading
The heart won’t make its point. Why not let you go out into the sun where blossoms burst and rush like oxycontin? The chickadee’s precision in the pear chastises my ear Continue reading
With cockroaches, disgust does not become revenge. It’s terror hammered like an onion. And when a veteran roach, steeped (like a tea bag) in survival’s dexterity, shapeshifts: from under the sole Continue reading
Ithaca–Burlington–Rutland–Great Meadows–Hudson Falls–Albany; home on Amtrak. September 1985; 433 miles. Via Raleigh. Comment: A return to places I’d been as a young person—Burlington, VT (having ranged first through Continue reading
Paint over creases in the paper, in the archive, swish that color right into the edges till we shine, you and I, we shine, bodies submerged emerge in the beaten still Continue reading
For Verna and Diana Fontaine That night of apparition snow became horses Continue reading