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…
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…
I spent the last year avoiding peoplewho announce the forms they write in.My life calmed. Became less try-hard. Son, I want that for you—A careful economyof sound decisions
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Translated by Carolyn Forché This is the sign for “human”and this is the sign for “god.”This is the thought that life actuallylies outside the one who lives it—yes,that life would continue even if we did notdo so, as if it werea large tenement where some movein and others move out. I’m walkingthrough the rooms on…
Translated by Carolyn Forché The curtain moved gently,dawn spilled milk over the city.I never saw you again like that.
On the second day, light; on the third, water,then the fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, etcetera,until you come to the lesson-centered dayyou see the Milky Way as the downy drink of morning. You’re ever aware of the sharedterror of the shy kids souring the airin the classroom. The globe spins dailyas you climb out of your…
For Christian You know it hadn’t a drop to do with loveexcept that if I showed you howsalt boiled on each winding stairback into that Baudelaireancellar eaved in velvet,your ear might love mine more for it. Surely I’d gone partly madbut can it have been madness if it yieldeda sound like a fruit spasming its…
From Look at This Blue Your palms know where to go. What they imagine leads you.Everything we muster moves us along, like water mirroring itself remembers where to flow, how to go there.In the dream you follow, in the dream we fly over all of this direness float. We move like porpoises, undulate in air,…
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