{After Rosmarie Waldrop´s Conversation 4: On Place} It’s like I’m looking at my own life through a window, he...
March 2023 Writing
Roundabout Unending
“Wait until the car stops” calls the 25 year old driver, to the rambunctious 5 year old. The 25 year old quickly bypasses an escalation phase with: “Go run through the hills and be back at the car when it’s time to go.” A command, and as he says so, he grabs the boys...
No More Tears
No More Tears My desk won’t stop weeping. It says it’s sorry for being boorish, but authenticity and solace are elusive when you’re made of nothing but wood and gold-knobbed drawers. “Even the lacquer top is a hoax,” my desk says, “a kind of burnished seal to...
A History of Skin
The Signature of Mystery That night in Bar Dacha, absinthe-drunk and sunk down to the floor, he raised his face and saw her. Sharp black bangs and vampire eyes. Mystical as smoke. She touched thumb to ink pad and pressed hard to his forehead, stamping him as her own....
Rules and Suggestions for Surviving on a Deserted Island After Your Plane Suddenly Loses Altitude and Crashes
Stay Hungry. Begin each morning with a careful inventory of the finite morsels you scavenged from the wreckage. One garbage bag full of tiny liquor bottles begging to be opened. Thirty-two plastic packages of broken pretzels, each containing approximately seven...
Rewrite of Nana Neném (as an experimental poem) + Crumbs
Crumbs Nine My aunt, Tia Lilia, didn’t hover. She was too dignified for that. Even as a child, I understood she had a je ne sais quoi of gentility, the kind I loved reading about, but rarely encountered outside of books. Every time I glanced up, Tia was watching me...
Himeyuri (Princess Lilies)
We bow deeply and fold ourselves like 1,000-year paper cranes to crawl inside the cave. Yesterday we were school girls but not today, even as we clutch our satchels, pressed white shirts and black skirts, pencil cases and notebooks tucked neatly away like a promise....
Fresh Men, Fresh Women
She arrived in your first floor freshman dorm room with a pristine Virgin Mary, white on white. She wore shoes with buckles, hers scuffed, rusted. Like the ones you wore exclusively over and over when you were six. Her blown-out mostly all-brown cheerleader hair was...
sweet cream fever dream (song of plenty)
sweet cream fever dream (song of plenty) / ? \ song of plenty (sweet cream fever dream) ✺ fiddle solo intro ✺ planchette scribe, oh holy one, etch out your ghost wave reverberations drop them in that spring tank & crank it up play it back through the amp with the...
Let it Be
The serenity prayer plaque hangs on my office wall but the words are so small I can’t read them all. Or gather the courage to find a more legible read. My serenity breaks based on this need. One day the word “wisdom” goes missing. The next day “courage” follows suit....
The Project Must Be Prolonged in Terms of Lack.
{After Rosmarie Waldrop´s Conversation 4: On Place} It’s like I’m looking at my own life through a window, he...
Roundabout Unending
“Wait until the car stops” calls the 25 year old driver, to the rambunctious 5 year old. The 25 year old quickly bypasses an escalation phase with: “Go run through the hills and be back at the car when it’s time to go.” A command, and as he says so, he grabs the boys...
No More Tears
No More Tears My desk won’t stop weeping. It says it’s sorry for being boorish, but authenticity and solace are elusive when you’re made of nothing but wood and gold-knobbed drawers. “Even the lacquer top is a hoax,” my desk says, “a kind of burnished seal to...
A History of Skin
The Signature of Mystery That night in Bar Dacha, absinthe-drunk and sunk down to the floor, he raised his face and saw her. Sharp black bangs and vampire eyes. Mystical as smoke. She touched thumb to ink pad and pressed hard to his forehead, stamping him as her own....
Rules and Suggestions for Surviving on a Deserted Island After Your Plane Suddenly Loses Altitude and Crashes
Stay Hungry. Begin each morning with a careful inventory of the finite morsels you scavenged from the wreckage. One garbage bag full of tiny liquor bottles begging to be opened. Thirty-two plastic packages of broken pretzels, each containing approximately seven...
Rewrite of Nana Neném (as an experimental poem) + Crumbs
Crumbs Nine My aunt, Tia Lilia, didn’t hover. She was too dignified for that. Even as a child, I understood she had a je ne sais quoi of gentility, the kind I loved reading about, but rarely encountered outside of books. Every time I glanced up, Tia was watching me...
Himeyuri (Princess Lilies)
We bow deeply and fold ourselves like 1,000-year paper cranes to crawl inside the cave. Yesterday we were school girls but not today, even as we clutch our satchels, pressed white shirts and black skirts, pencil cases and notebooks tucked neatly away like a promise....
Fresh Men, Fresh Women
She arrived in your first floor freshman dorm room with a pristine Virgin Mary, white on white. She wore shoes with buckles, hers scuffed, rusted. Like the ones you wore exclusively over and over when you were six. Her blown-out mostly all-brown cheerleader hair was...
sweet cream fever dream (song of plenty)
sweet cream fever dream (song of plenty) / ? \ song of plenty (sweet cream fever dream) ✺ fiddle solo intro ✺ planchette scribe, oh holy one, etch out your ghost wave reverberations drop them in that spring tank & crank it up play it back through the amp with the...
Let it Be
The serenity prayer plaque hangs on my office wall but the words are so small I can’t read them all. Or gather the courage to find a more legible read. My serenity breaks based on this need. One day the word “wisdom” goes missing. The next day “courage” follows suit....