Help him. Help him, the woman says. I cannot bear it.What happened?He was coming to see me. A tire blew out.A new tire. A steel radial tire. Oh please.Please save my boy. Get him out.But this is a tombstone, I say.It is a grave.Can you not hear him scream? the woman cries.She tears at granite…
I want to believe in miracles I say, spilling sad energy everywhere but all the birds are fighting over wet bread in the parking lot What kind of miracles? You ask, dutifully The kind that escapes like smoke the moment you notice it Leaving the air stuffy with expectation, a shortness of breath And maybe…
Antipode You went to Big Riverand then you went to Mount Emptyand you went to Valladolidand put flowers in the ground. I waited in Newtown.I took my time, not waiting too hard,finished humanity’s smaller projects,crossed off things in a red notebook. But the apocalypse never gained momentum,because you went to Valladolidand put flowers in the…
They are just hedgingtheir bets, these skeletonsdressed in skin, and falsepromiseswho look into your headwith nothing but thecavitieswhere eyes should sit. First they tell you you arethe wasted stamp on adead letter, the flick of ashfrom a menthol cigarette,a droplet of semen fromthe ground beneaththe gallows. Then they say you arethe rattle of matches, astingray’s…
Seal on the field We walked the dog down the roadto the bus stop and started alongthe path to Martin Wilson field.Something barked loudly at us.A dark shape, lying in the bushes.A seal! We called the DOC number.Press 1 for seal sightings. Leave the sealalone and let nature take its course.I took photos on my…
My mate Julie /hurricanes down Worcester Street /cycling for leisure /shouting at men for pleasure /on her way to Alice’s /on her way to play /furious games of Scrabble / My mate Julie likes to argue /with people she has known for years /and when someone has done you wrong /My mate Julie /will remind…
At the top of the stairs mama hums to the beatof the smoke invading the western horizon. An essayistwrites on the commodification of movement, and theradio recites names of planes eaten alive. What are weto do with all this leftover future? In the East, a grandfather sings to the prairiecrocus. Smoke coughs into the breeze,…
oh, how simple it must be. to wean. to suck generously. oral thrush and strep throat, but worth it for all the warm memories and healthy boundaries. how simple it must be to writhe your hip bones around in a circle. to not hide behind hands in your own home. I imagine what it must…
on the hill the powerlineshook the sky down on me i think, that blue isn’t humanor machine can it feel the punctureof us keeping the lights on? can it see the interfacebetween me and the cows? i think, my sister told me,we’ve never really touched— that our atoms keep anopening between them and it must…
An exact record of what happened after I typed the word I I set out to build a shed but ended up with a boat.Went for a cheeseburger but came home with a tattooof Sidney Poitier listening to Édith Piaf. I meantto be afraid of the dark and I am afraid of the darkbut only…