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So, keeping it running is their means Of reeving memory’s diesel engine And savoring his daring, carefree ways When they, too, exceed sixty on route 2.   And, soon, his twin brother swaps out The slightly worn shocks and tire...

Given up on old bearded man in cloud-dimpled sky rewarding punishing gilded palace for only goody-two-shoes   Even New-Age-Heaven right here, right now is hard to trust Hell—much easier to believe in Is dry flaky skin a...

Near my window I recline at sundown to ponder hallowed things. I asked myself what would it be not to choose this or that fear or fallowed wants but allow chisel in my hand to carve a masterpiece out of marble like Michelangelo?...

His sole split down the center, heel hung out and hitched on a thorn, stained a white rose with his blood. The story set him forth. A prick scratched over his shin, a gash slashed on his brow from a razor leaf   in a vertical...

The mirror is the blunt, best friend who says, “Yes, you do look fat in that dress, dear,” but doesn’t judge. Don’t look at her. Instead, Spinner of Tales, please come and set your gaze past flaws. Stitch your stories to the...

From her own body, she pushes forth female and male.   From her own breasts, she produces milk to suckle them.   With her own hands, she can craft garments to dress them.   With her own hands, she can gather food to cook for...

The lady in my mother’s front hall wore long black gloves and a black cloche hat. The lady in my mother’s front hall wore a fox whose eyes were shiny beads. The fox kept biting its own tail.   I was as tall as the fox’s teeth  ...

She wanted to whisper to the naked girl chained two bodies over, but they had no words in common.   What do I know? Middle-class white and free to make up stories. I have a desk and paper and a pencil.   When she twisted in...

So, it’s United flight #1551 from Newark to Portland, Oregon, flying west at 25,000 feet; and we’re heading in south of the Columbia; and I’m in the window seat on the left, row 31. Just before we approach the Mount Hood forest...

When I thumb through your husk you make a ripping sound like a deck of cards. What round, yellow teeth you have!   Packed in shoulder to shoulder, raised without privacy, you have never seen your own hips or elbows.   Little...

Darkness untongues the day condensed to obsidian in its silent belly. Turn away from the world and be the night. Let it slip in you as if dipped in liquid soul, the body nothing you should concern yourself with now, the body a...

I was so small. How could I ask? There were no words for what was not already full-grown inside me.   A simple gesture: Turn the wrist. Uncurl the fingers. The night so vast against my open palm, the heart exposed — how...