For years there was a struggle to recover the famous recipes, but now the one essential herb will flower only after a special chant, and we’ve forgotten it. True, there is a substitute but taken internally it makes us irritable and proud. I’ve tried to be pure; I even hammered my wrath into a crude…
Sacrificing to the four quarters I find the winds responsive. The rains come and I wish them here. I walk without shoes in the rain. Once from a bush a voice spoke to me— from the old brown skull of a murdered man: he told me his life story. Hearing, I knew it once more….
for my friend Sweeney Post, American Legion Hall, was cold with dead spots in the boards. We practiced with herniated basketballs and rural cheerleaders. In Brooklyn, you finally screwed your Jewish Princess, mourning for her father. We lost an infant. A big Irish nurse ate her one morning in the sunroom before the ward grew…
Anxiety a low-grade nausea associated with the idea that there is no position left for you to fill often experienced when engaging on any new activity in which case it may feel like euphoria When she finally paused, she had trouble breathing, the air was so thin the altitude so high. Choice the self-making of…
I Five miles up, winds unravel to their different colors. The pilot gazes at the lost land. Velvet cows plod between seams of a checkerboard, green and yellow squares. The land reduces to a puzzle of primary colors. If anyone looked up they would see his plane disappear, just as he watches them melt like…
1 Adaptation First the fisherman’s woman asks for a double bed. Granted. Then one uninterrupted day nobody stumbles across bearing invoices. Granted. Then a room apart wherein the bed takes dominion. Okay, okay. Then a child to celebrate bed, day, and room a sailor’s knot with a blue eye and a green. We all know…
The yeti, experts will attest, is physically unkempt at best, and due to this may go for weeks alone among the snowy peaks. Abominable and unique, this salient Tibetian freak is sometimes sighted in the mists, thereby confounding folklorists. No friendly woodsman brings him wine so high above the timberline, and no small bird cajoles…
Don’t turn around. It is the expected behind us, we have only to move forward along the stalk of surprise as it grows and branches. It is winter. The trees march away from the window like the ghostly skeletons of fish. They take me from this place, stalks that lead to the next season, landmarks…
Bigger than houses, than in fact the whole village including the church which falls out the bottom, he’s in space, a purple motley against pale ground. He’s a 3-legged stool, with the aid of a chimney. High, he plays himself sick, or well. The green advances or retreats, face and bow hand have it. A…
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