NC-17
selected for the 2018 SLS fiction award Say a man and woman, naked, sit on the floor across from each other. Light envelops the couple, outlines their profiles in gold. One can trace down the slope of the man’s right shoulder, ascend and descend the shorter hill of the woman’s bent knee, before arriving […]
Nest
selected for the 2018 SLS poetry award there must be eggs in it. if it fits the same heron that stalks the pond, the neighbors called him Charlie, only now he’s high in a eucalyptus and crooks wing to get branches, fly back beak full. so it’s Charlie the other kind. ◊ Charlie has […]
Spring
Spring Creatures of confused joy are tasting the sunlight made oblong by lemons This goes on forever but I can’t remember who I was anymore Now I’m in a place I call here but here is only one word and I belong to all of it I know words, like power, are nothing ‘til we […]
from Fugitives
a body is one of the plants in this world a plant is one of the many bodies of the world next question what are tulips something in the desert resists tulips plain and simple a wave by height alone i fingered the foam from a boar’s mouth and tasted foam at her feet in […]
Seven Is for the Wonders
From a catalog of indigo I made us a carbon copy crowd. Working in the economies of winters I never found use for. Today with only an average circumference to pause as take this weight of my eyes and our connection enforced yellow. Seven wonders in our worlds of new releases, its milk and cookies. […]
Mekoche
Beyond the nape of the mountain, where water is money: biochemical ritual in the cone of skin giving old true names to these exertions: the fluid of the air this reagent hollows bones for flight O pinion donor uncoiling in the curlicue of your human mind. Quills horns teeth; the marzipan pads of feet; the […]
Identity Theft [a transoceanic correspondence between two strangers]
Ramsey, There comes a time when even nostalgia can’t make you ache for the past. Then again, every reference to the past seems like an indictment of the subconscious realm. I try to see myself in my two young children, but the exercise is futile, and results in a sort of clumsy signaling between […]
The Sum of Art
The sum of art is a mirror a lens of creation the artist biography the situated paint is a story [pause] color plus art plus context and were the poet the artist [what is color to the poet] the fallen leaves beneath the snow I assume [I assume] and it were music for the wind […]
Fairy Tale Museum
When I was a girl I lost my virginity but I still have the box it came in. We had a young rapist for a gardener. I don’t know how I knew he was a rapist. It was _________ watching him rake the leaves without his shirt. Having a young rapist in the yard doing […]
The Ware Collection of Glass Flowers: Trial Specimens
The box is full of shattered glass. Imagine pink and whitish-pink glass shattered in a box. Another box filled with shards of blue glass— blues suffused into slivered petals streaked with lavender or cornflower-clear enamels. Another box filled with pulverized glass the shade of green glacial ice in full sun. Another box filled with powdered […]
