The clatter of skateboarders down at the memorial. We are in the long grasswatching each other watch the citysilvering into dusk. Overhead, birdsare making their way home. A sirenrolls away around the basin and there isa bee on your hand and it loves youlike a flower, softon the junction between jacket and flesh. It is…
The first person to descendon Mars will findat the dusty footof the lander ragwort.And when we finallyget to a distant nebulait will be discovered that new-born starsare ragwort in a swampy mist—next to a flying saucerof dry cow shit. And when we dieand if there truly isan almightyGod he will be sittingin his all-grazing glorylike…
In the corner of the cemetery,an ancient tree is edged with death. A schism in the bark has been stopperedwith weeping polypore: a poor bandage. The fungal body fruits like honeycomb,oozing amber beads, a fragrant wound. This loaf of mushroom, spongy and splitlike a pomegranate, is unrepentant. It is a scavenger, searching for the rotting,a…
I like the ambient twittering noises you hear around offices. You, a Canadian, may not understand. You became so old once,didn’t you—and yet your strangeness outlives you, lives outside of you as Ialso live outside of you. I do feel, inside (wherever that is), that I am alive and youare not but not so much that I am moved to…
the day / conjures a / forest / carves trees / from body’s absence / body of the mountains, body at the mercy of animal / the day / asks for feathering / asks for / a homing of pulse / begs palms / to gloam against the gully’s wanting / the day / dreams…
Patient Notes / All My Therapists Keep Trying To Rent Me 1 Bdrm Apartments Sitting in the office of the new therapist who used to be a landlord, she has the voice of my actual landlord, who won’t stop breaking into my apartment, and the mannerisms of my future mother-in-law, and I start to worry…
When I ask her about the fire, her lipspurse like a newspaper’s crimpled edge,and my pencil poised, my notepad ready,she opens her lady’s purse buying time. And she’s got my attention that’s for sure:inside’s a grey smudge about to be written,the newsprint mystery-ink of brushed leatherleft open, by design, like a gap, like a silence.…
after hardship after hardshipthe yellow guava’s five equal trunks only sprout leaf clustersthe size of a hand— each bough a furred tailemerged from earth— no branches wander offno delicacy extends— all cards held close for hundreds of losable little betsand no guavas to speak of(maybe ten at the extremitiesand small) having determined(though surely not in these words)to transition from productive to ornamentallike the tin flour sifteror the…
Kua taka te pōTū tonu ana ngā rākauHe ara atarau E hora ake mai nei Te Ara MamakuE huna ai i ngā tini whetūAnō nei Te MangōroaAnō nei he ikarangi kēNgunungunu ai I ngā pakiaka huhua Rikoriko maiWhakahīnātore maiTitia maiKātahi te whakaohomauriPai nei! E ngā whetū rikiriki waiwaiāE ngā Titiwai, tēnā koutou! Paekākā i te Pō |…
three days post-opthere are five lefton Alone UK the one who dances in the forestgets lost in treeswho curses at birds the one who boils underwear in a potso bears won’t comefor the smell of blood the one who weeps for a squirrelwho takes its toothto carve a coal tattoo the one without fishwho starves laughingfrom…