Religious forum genre is special, very holy writing. People share profound feelings, and can be philosophers any day of the week. Some more topics we discuss together include: Newbie question about the 54 day Rosary Praying for those who do not believe in Jesus Christ […]
Post Script
The time between my last word and your unwritten one is a footprint that fills with mud. I am raising pigs for slaughter, and their affinity for mud affects my use of the image. I have new mud reverence, its sounds and cooling properties. I would be a nun without you, and wish you would […]
Always To Do
There is a landscape I return to once I’ve been let down by every last body. Not a horizon, but a fully fleshed out three dimensions— with the topography of a furrowed brow— my gaze is the unadulterated sun ready to burn skin. My papers— technology— sobriety— and intoxication. After the second heartbreak I called […]
from Skins of Columbus
The journal dreamt itself. Its pages you wrote to capture mental colony from its root in the name, Cristóbal Colón. But what captivities does the name, that sound—Colón—hide? Drop its diacritic and you drift like plastic in a sea of eroto- genic marks. How does the large intestine entwine in the same sign that names […]
Blue Ocean, Green Bottle, Red Curtain, Black Flag
There it was on the globe, a dashed line of darker blue on the lighter blue Atlantic. Words in faint italic script: Tropic of Cancer. The adults told her to stop asking what it was, as if the dull reply they gave would satisfy: “A latitude, in this case twenty-three degrees.” She pictured daisy chains […]
Vendanges
A tall building in the fifteenth arrondissement faded away slowly and then completely vanished. Toward November the weather grew very bitter. No one knew why or even noticed. I forgot to tell you your hat looked perky. A new way of falling asleep has been discovered. Senior citizens snoop around to impose that sleep. You […]
Notebook
I. Preserved in the torn pages Of a notebook (double leaved) The houses start up. Everything is emptied out. Prickly pear, race around it Ravaged—blunt Dashes of red Men and women mingle: A cactus bud A bomb, a house, a haven Horsemen, an unbegotten Species, a desolation. II. On the facing page A giant bird, […]
Black Took Collective’s Call for Dissonance
FOUNDED: 1999 LOCATION: CAVE CANEM RETREAT FOR AFRICAN AMERICAN POETS, ESOPUS, NY At Cave Canem each year, a suite of black poets are invited to a castle to write poems. One night in 1999, we who have become Black Took called the other fellows down into the dungeon to begin to create an alternative sphere […]
Your Duck is My Duck
Way back—oh, not all that long ago, actually, just a couple of years, but back before I’d gotten a glimpse of the gears and levers and pulleys that dredge the future up from the earth’s core to its surface—I was going to a lot of parties. And at one of these parties there was a […]
the companion
They called the child the companion. We will raise him as we would have ourselves, they agreed, but they were young, and stayed up late at night preparing the nursery and sharing their worries. What if the companion is ugly? I will grow thin and wrinkled, said the mother. I will not shave, the father […]
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