Instructions for Immersion
byThe process is simple. You should bury yourself in the night like someone entering the jungle naked, like a child trying to walk the last solidity of water, the lakes…
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Conjuro for the Lonely Daughter
byI drink wine that has turned. I listen to water that drips from the upstairs neighbor’s balcony. The hum from the Heineken sign we’ve only used once or twice pulses…
Gift Rosary
byI bring you along the way heat lightning brings the thunder. The brunt & squander of it. Blank charity of a tree awning against the storm of midsummer. Mud the…
Thrown Back into the Ocean
byHE EXPECTED TO SEE HER, IN A WILD DRAPE OF FISHERMEN’S NET, her mouth open for air, like the koi carp that ran up to you where large carp were…
Three Minutes
bySurgeons for the Jacobite s and English at Culloden, needed three minutes to h ack through a trashed arm. Time enough to jam econ o with the Minutemen, or for…
After the Suicides
byWe had to go on without you, rise to work, open the checkbook and balance the funds, there was laundry to be bundled to the basement, shoved in the washer,…
War Songs
byEVEN BEFORE HE WAS BORN, HIS HOUSE HAD TAKEN ON THE SIZE AND SHAPE OF WAR. This in itself was not surprising; war can be a liquid or a gas;…
Bloodletting
byOn black nights we drive southwest an hour-fifty on I-80, find the pockets of wild pocked enough to see the stars. This is the land that milked us safe passage…
Cold Goodbye
byARTIE WAITS FOR ME OUTSIDE MY MOTHER’S PLACE ON FRIDAY NIGHT, leaning against a parking meter with his crutch tucked under his arm. He pulls a plaster cast out of…
Drift and Current
byMy father wakes at dawn to complain about the eggs. Every yolk is a microscope he can’t see through. Nothing any longer is urgent. Now new tangles and we adjust…