We want to believe, and do, that the hair springs back, like that, after chemo, that it knows that it’s safe to return. We remember the oncology resident saying, I remember you,… Continue reading
BLUE BOOK FAIRIES The fairies show me their tails. They bend over in uttanasana and hold their big toes, butts like knees in the air under statin fabric. Two of them stand and… Continue reading
ARTIST STATEMENT In my work, I attempt to investigate an unworldly narrative that exists only within the confines of my photographic frame. I also seek to explore the notion of consequences. Themes typically… Continue reading
IN A SALVADOR DALI PAINTING I have sex with ghosts (she says). You look better as a clam shell (he says). Love me ripe into a pomegranate. The waltz of a camel. I… Continue reading
1 The rent is paid, which has the status of a miracle, self-wrought, his alone; or an escape, however brief. He draws the shades, so that in time he will imagine a day… Continue reading
I found myself wandering Rhodes Old Town not too long ago, and even though it was my fourth time there in the past week, I was satisfyingly lost within ten minutes. Twilight oozed… Continue reading
The basic reason for my life is that there comes a time when I am guided by a great hunger. ~ Clarice Lispector, The Breath of Life “When I feel hunger, I have… Continue reading
THE ALPENHORN The herders sounded all is well to the Kingdom Hall below in the valley, where both halves of the mind are held together by the lessons learned from Abraham. They are… Continue reading
I. Victor Ekpuk slave narrative face tracings dissolve into a black blood tsunami, benches like coffins, eviscerated by the gold trade; masks are discrete beings. Punu link the white-faced masks with female beauty,… Continue reading
1. This is a study of you as the sea. This is a way of seeing your surface reflect the depths from whose waves roll reveries & loneliness; where I see my watery… Continue reading
THE CHOICE IS NOT MINE *** IN THIS SEA *** Tendai Mwanaka’s collection of poetry titled Voices from Exile was published by Lapwing Publications, Northern Ireland in 2010. His novel Keys in the… Continue reading
A MAN WHO MEANS BUSINESS Tomorrow I have to go to Sunday School and see Miss Hooker, she’s my teacher and I hate loving her as much as I do God since that’s… Continue reading
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with samplings from Keats (“Endymion”) and Yeats (“No Second Troy”) (Mythologies) and Barthes (Mythologies) “Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our dark spirits” gliding in the aisle toward our seats.… Continue reading
in California, I am told there were once three bridges of sea-hollowed sandstone. Only one remains now, and it will erode before long.
FRUIT FLY EXTERMINATION She’s been collecting jam jars and jelly jars and jars that you don’t remember the contents of but were probably curry sauces or pickles or something suggested by the shape… Continue reading
FERTILITY In the centigrey light of the living room, a skinned gutted deer dangles by calves on meat hooks. From the cavity, 500,000 cockroaches scuttle up its legs and across the ceiling. Eyelashes of… Continue reading
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The two professors sat in the cafeteria near a large bank of windows that afforded a view of the college’s swimming pool one story below. It was a hot day and a few… Continue reading
ARTIST STATEMENT I write from the depths of Brooklyn in whatever cafe will have me because my persistent issues with chronic irritable bowel syndrome and insistence upon not wearing a diaper in public… Continue reading