Month: February 2020

for what seems like forever, sometimes they don’t wait to take off their shoes. A phone booth’s a grotto, a dark park bench the anteroom to the Cave of Lights or Juliet’s tomb. Smoking endless cigarettes together or alone they...

The Autumn when you thought you wouldn’t last the winter, and Springs when you saw no end in sight. Doves cooing as it showers. Summer robins squabbling in the evening’s green unrest. The honeysuckle’s mute luster going more...

Four in just as many days. The sirens go unheeded if not unheard. Life in the cellar or life all blown about, life not lived so much as merely lived through. The old cat clawing at the ragged screen...

The news as we know it here comes from upriver, the slag of it on Spring high tides, the dreck of it, slow as a September river often is. What whirled and eddied yesterday, what the storm brought with it, what was worn and...

I switch off the ballgame at it’s turning point Move to the comedy of Saturday Night Live Let the game end without me There’s too much life there When I turn back, if my team has won There is no joy, only relief Should my team...

I’m carving out an effigy of Forgetfulness grasping mangled ledgers of memory. Look how it shuffles screens, kinks files: larceny of channeled retention from unmuscled thresholds and honed lingo. Its intrusions inhabit the...

After Dad’d spur, I was sure to bray: seasonal’d torture, splintered holidays, angered, soured, wound, baked—geothermal’d! Pending over my shoulder, poised, contained, his roused snout. Eruption’s not seeming a sensible...

I want to write about Viktor Ullmann, but don’t know how without inventing new language. No words in the dictionary are sufficient to describe or portray the unspeakable and monstrous moment when he was twenty-one and...

Have you nothing to say? I don’t believe the dangling cigarette interferes with thought or speech. For the last two hours you’ve looked at every item in the tool department of Lowe’s, and I have followed behind...