Whatever happened to Mother’s china cat? Henry, I never noticed before how much you look Like Mother’s china cat. It was just about your size, Rolled into the same resting mode like a large Danish snail pastry. Only, hers was...
Read MoreThe cat steps through the front yard crosswise. The rose climbs the trellis lattice-wise. The girl stretches out on the hammock lengthwise. The birds perch on the lip of the feeder edgewise. The bees extend their search for...
Read MoreIncessant rains sound much the same from one day to the next. No soft chit-chat of raindrops splattering on the tin roof. No fresh gossip. Whatever colors winter left behind drain into the puddles you slosh through to work each...
Read Moreafter the painting, Woman in a Striped Dress, by Edouard Vuillard The women’s chatter is un-momentous. Something about mums in late winter, how fall flowers linger into next season. What grief they feel they conceal behind...
Read MoreThese shower-fed lilacs of April for seasons now have bloomed as ghosts of thoughts I used to listen to. Sun-lit, they glisten in certain purplish scents and bluish hues. More so now at night when, flecked with dew, all thoughts...
Read Moreafter e.e. cummings He wasn’t a dad to tell her she looked pretty in the turquoise voile dress her mother made for her 10th grade dance. He never saw her boyfriends as rivals, as some dads do, although he’d look at them with...
Read MoreSome say if you pull on the grass, while making grass-pulling sounds, cows, especially calves, will stare; and if you chew the grass, they will sometimes come to watch, out of...
Read MoreA white butterfly bewitched into the city finds a hidden flower growing in a crack of a grey stone on Handan Lu Lane. A gray-haired street peddler, a daughter of Guanyin, stops her heavy cart to see the flutter of a flower and...
Read More(The poet A.E Stallings claimed that ‘month’, ‘April’, ‘orange’ and ‘silver’ have no rhymes) It was the thirteenth of the month – the month concerned was April – and I was drinking crème de menthe and pondering on...
Read MoreIt is a mere vault you could do it one-handed over an invisible fence And you would be on the other side surrounded by gold Gazing out at the stars a body of plenitude ridded of...
Read MoreI see them move across an alien land; their names are many and their gaze is straight. They walk because they have no place to stand. Behind them lies a closed and burning gate. They’ve seen their fill of leprosy and gall; their...
Read MoreI don’t know how it is but there’s all these words washing around inside me but when I sit down to write (and I can only do that on Tuesdays because of the doctors and all these other things you don’t know about but we’ll come...
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