When Friday is the Color Yellow
I kept reminding myself that this was my second chance, my rebirth so to speak. Only I was starting at the point where I could look after myself. I could choose what I was going to eat and could afford to buy luxury goods on the computer. There was no need to make friends, so […]
Artemis
I feel uneasy in the Flannery O’Connor forest, myrtle and poison ivy, oak flags twitch where they’re bound to the leaf mat, vaginal seam up a beech tree. Years ago, shots like pots and pans, belled hunting dogs behind me— the illusion of consensual combat, the beginning of a long breach that rooted deep and […]
Poem
Surrounded by massive snakes That can eat the world You’ll need something soon To make a drawing On gradual paper The roles are simple Remember to keep yourself red And to paint your room The same colour as the sun The space you inhabit Is not who you really are Jesus Christ loved peanut butter […]
Lacan’s Joker
The old man reads his dog-eared bible out loud, but at least it’s Luke. He didn’t shit himself; just sat in the mud, or what we’d like to call the Town Square. He says a couple of things we didn’t know: like how even if anyone comes to Him and does not like one’s pool, […]
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. […]