Translated by Ming Di Mirrors in the elevator from all directions— shed light on those with ghosts in their hearts. A man and a woman lower their heads, admitting no guilt. There are two other people behind them defending them from the mirror. They seem to come from different cities, years. …
Blood on snow is the cardinal in the yard. The sudden deep freeze. A glittering. Listen! Here we are among the gloved leaves. No wings. Only the slow blades which break away into the snowmelt water. Between two junipers, a child blinks into the glass of the moon. I do not dare disturb the water….
is turning me off. so i take a walk.plums fall from trees in protest& i can’t see the color greenanymore & just last night yojust last night god went SPLATon my window like a fluttery lickspittle & told me all love startsin a garden. what am i supposed to dowith that? another friend goes. goneenough….
As if I carried a palace of glassAnd crept up slowly with it in my hand To slip over your sleepingBody your innocence adhering To the wall as you tripped insideNot unlike the way you once arrived Within my icebox among maroon leavesOf radicchio and voluptuous beets I slept nights with you beside meYou neither…
Gravity is the weakest forceBut it can bring a body down An adjunct professor on concrete outside of a churchA hood entrepreneur on concrete outside a three-story walk upA schizophrenic son on concrete outside of his mother’s apartmentA recent high school grad on a bathroom floorA biking single mother and an eighteen-wheelerA college student and…
“These black eyes, a gift of the night / I use their darkness to seek the light.” —Gu Cheng, “One Generation” Beijing The first time we met, I noticed that your eyes weren’t even close to black. They caught fire in the dim light of the poetry workshop: eight women, including you and me,…
The horses starved then came back as snow, dementia, fire, rings in the trees swaddling frost. For a year, sparse meals & our child in mud. This morning I worried about money, the life we’ve made & the future. How long it would take to dig out the car. I left my job for visions…
I stood in a hallway outside a hotel room. It was my hotel room. Ahead of me, at the end of the hallway, I could see into a bathroom that had a glass wall. There was a cubicle in there made of arsenic-green metal, like in a locker room or high school hallway. It housed,…
From Of Breaking Glass To think of you at your lowest point in the lowest point of the Western Hemisphere. Badwater: metabolize this. Walk through salt. Wallblood. Sandhour. Brother: nobody can harm you anymore. Miocenic insignia. Glass inside clavicles of rock. Quartz breath of oxygen. Agora- phobia, the limping brother, heal with salt. Unsuffer a…
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