Stretched in the sunlight crowning Calypso’s shore the big cat dozed, small blue crabs drown in a capsized silver urn, cream filled and slopping beside him. Why long for plump tuna steak and cheesecake crumbs when Apollo scratches behind your ears and no storm clouds threaten tender olive saplings with shaking? That rural, stone hearth […]Read more "Ulysses the Cat"
1. The city went dark, bruised. First pale green at the edges then purple with spots of red where blood burst from the capillary confine and then darker, the black of abused flesh. Flesh left alive to suffer more. 2. We danced in the dust under bare boughs, between the bony cypress knees. 3. Fear […]Read more "Things Tourists Love"
Mothers who love their children take them along.—Maxine Hong Kingston, Woman Warrior When my mother goes away she visits men in cages; she has always known the words: revolutionary, dissident, are synonymous depending on who locks the gate. When my mother goes away she takes me with her sometimes and we walk along the causeway, […]Read more "She Goes Away"
Take the splintered memory of your father beating you from between your mother’s clenched teeth. If you can still hear his voice, go west. You will come to a ditch cradling a dead cat. If his neck is twisted, proceed north. If his belly is split open like a rotten orange under a motorcycle wheel, […]Read more "Direction"
She always laughed when we caught fire. She killed a baby bird with a sprig of holly and a cement block. She was my best friend. He was my first love. He was afraid of the things I wasn’t. He threatened to kill my rat. She hated me but forgot who I was. She asked […]Read more "Childhood’s Index"
for Suzie, Aaron, and Bill 1. good dreams that never want to wake up 2. best friends, unconditional love 3. music only cats can hear 4. rosemary that refuses to stop growing 5. all the stories you want to read 6. all the hours you want back 7. the grey storm streaked with lightning 8. […]Read more "what runs away in the night"
for sooj run with the night hide from the light stitch to the dark run to the mark in the road where we snare the beloved, the tangled departed with our bright, sharp teeth with our bright, sharp teeth we dig through the ground find what is found eat the beloved, the tangled departed then […]Read more "Opossum Song"