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Even the city is nervous high tension wires run between all the rigid structures shoulders hunched high even in the stuttering sunshine of changing seasons. Who are we, infinitessimal creatures made of weft and fragile cables to be different? WhoRead more…
The sun rose this morning at 3:14 Everyone was quite surprised. The lavender was caught near the wisteria with its pants down. The lemon was so astonished, given how slavish he is to schedules, that he burst immediately and allRead more…
My heart is a bookstore. Full of stories, and the promises of the wide world. But less and less visited. Something has moved on. My mind has a digital heart that is easily accessible, but that cannot be touched. WillRead more…
What do you want to be when you grow up? And the answers for a large pink boy were: fireman, policeman, truck driver. I wanted to be the papier-mâché bank I could never quite finish, to hold the vanishing treasureRead more…
When I was 20, I read a book about chakras and imagined them as different car headlights hung inside my body their electrical connections dangling, like jellyfish, out my back, where no one could see. I had my arms aroundRead more…
What were you going to ask me moments ago when I went to tell you that the tea was ready and I blurted into the suddenly-still room where your mother’s doilies have taken station and your roommate’s dusty floor projectRead more…
Caution is the left hand of darkness, flashing, muted movie-house black where he slid naked fingers across vibrating leg hairs to touch the hot flesh inside my shorts. He who could not, would not, ride on my back at theRead more…
Who decided what jobs we would get? Was there a vote or was it done by lottery? Did the oligarchy or the plutocracy of beforehand have its usual effect? Did old souls get to pay $10 more for first seatsRead more…
We are in York – old and newcity wall a thousand years older than my countryI want maps and phone-ahead bedsand Zagat ratings that say nothing condescendingly“American” You want ghost tours led byfake-accent Dickens castoffsand Yorkshire pudding with“Real American Chili”.YouRead more…