Giants exist, but they’re terrified of humans— just like humans are terrified by the small spiders in sidewalk cracks. Each booming step in the clouds is a frantic gesture; giants see shadows before we see the setting of the...
Read MoreLips cracked, dry, sometimes bleeding
Her eyes a scornful accusation
Her once robust self an emaciated shadow of its former character
1. I can’t remember his name or what he looked like, except that he was black, twenty-something, and wearing shoes with Velcro buckles. I was walking from the Bed-Stuy YMCA to my apartment in Crown Heights. I was in a bad mood...
Read MoreThe spaceship points toward the stars—
allowing the yellow rays of light to welcome
friends of the vast black space.
Rescue nothing but the fierce wings fluttering on the horizon—or our clamoring words above the abyss—in the end: bow to the radiance of la boca—sweat beading on the upper lip. Ultimately, we are only the meager cohorts of...
Read MoreJust beyond the sloping hill I see the brown brick home. The large yard reminds me of summer nights playing baseball, catching fireflies, and riding bikes.
Read Moreweeps over the humid air at twilight,
a shallow creek meanders across town,
while small, white butterflies dissolve into
terminal nothingness—a cicada husk
It was late afternoon when I called to see John. He sat in the kitchen twiddling with a piece of burned toast, orange chipped marmalade dripping slowly from a yellow buttery meltdown onto his dishevelled trousers.
Read MoreShe blames herself for the battles;
I blame myself for the war.
A silent night in the desert,
we meet where the four states patch together
