Was it my parents’ sour grapes that have setmy teeth on edge? Or is this bitternessin my mouth from seeds I’ve sown myself? The woman I leftweeping in an East Village restaurant.Or maybe the one I had to wrestle back from a seaside cliff, an empty fifthof Maker’s in her fist. I want to sayI’m…
Translated by Grace Mahoney in a country where everyone’s name is fear:it’s good that you don’t see a thingand don’t hear a thing. Say to anyone not a thing.Slip nothing in your bra. Keep nothingin your pocket. In both ears, nothing. In two eyes, nothing. Blind feet. No looking back. Nolooking back. If you look back,…
It pushes its way through, a luminous thing. Cactus, radiantwith small blunt thorns, sharply glisteningcolumn. But also, in a room without walls, a load-bearing wall, a mastwithout sail on a hovering boat. Straight as a nail, shadowless. It’s my mother’s picture, she took it in the woods. The columnwas found among smelly ant-hills and ever so…
Translated from the Spanish by Jenny Minniti-Shippey The child searches for his voice.(The king of the crickets had it.)In a drop of water,the child searched for his voice. I don’t want it in order to speak;I’ll make with it a ringthat will carry my silenceon his tiny finger. In a drop of water,the child searched…
Arms out, our crowd of hands a cage,we take them, hairy and clean.Their fur-rags shake.We look down on their backs and heads.Their faces point up. They can’t seewhat they look like.Made of heat and sun-stripe, yip and squawk,matted in patterns and wrong-way curls—we’ve been told they have no souls.Touch them however you feel.As if they…
From a series documenting several years (1980–2021) ofmulti-day cycling tours. Slaterville Springs, NY – Ithaca – Syracuse – Seaway Trail – Ogdensburg – Saint-Zotique, QC – Montreal. Home on Amtrak. October 1980; 334 miles. Via Gitane. Pushed up from the south on the Seaway Trail—New York State Route 3—along Lake Ontario, crossing newly built bridges…
Ask her if she is cold. Ask her if she needs to hide. Fold her into a rectangle and slip her into your breast pocket. She will record the auditory data regarding the condition of the heart. Motherdreaming. Mother turning into sleep. Mother changing the channel. Mother turning underwater. M mostly becomes sunflower head bending…
ghost: to die ghost: to haunt ghost: to disappear from all messaging ghost: when sunlight bleaches a photograph ghost: another walks out of a room but leaves a perfume ghost: begin with the G guttural, the tongue lifts to hitthe back palate, then the mouth rounds itself around the O’slittle opening, a door ajar, then…
So that you feel the weight of your life, you and the children you do not have you and the children, you and you and the children and you So that your days may be lengthenedand tightened by children so that the days of your life may be darkened so that you may be…
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