Sent for by mail, a chameleon waits with the rest of the freight for a name. Our name. We risk fraud for what arrives in 8–10 weeks: a limp form, silent at first, but alive. Guaranteed it will improve, we allow for quiet, for its remove in the terrarium: haven’t we summoned nature to our…
With each rebirth, a little more is lost. As pounds of feathers turn to flame—then ash—an ounce, at least, is bound to blow off. Take the breast. It may appear less lushly plumed than myth has led you to expect. In this unfortunate event, permit us to apologize on our bird’s behalf….
My father says, “Face it, you live in a civilization of mirrors and sinks,” invading my real room, the bathroom. I pull down an eyelid till I see the pained pink meniscus underneath. I “O” my mouth, poke the mascara wand at my eyelashes, not missing by much. It’s makeup’s…
Whatever it once meant, no one remembers today. Trains run according to schedule. School is in session. No prophets, no candle-bearing crowds. The paper doesn’t mention. The public memory’s clean. The season’s all that remains: October, a liminal time before the souls rise. Once this date was inked on calendars; it guaranteed a parade. Even…
Drunk, her eyes would water and sparkle and she’d hold my jaw in her palm as though I were her child or dog, saying, Listen to me, Douglas. Don’t dare turn into one of these aging bachelor teachers. Then she’d reel off names of half a dozen doddering men in the physics and social studies…
My cousin does a wheelie in a muddied Mustang, radish red, parks askew at Quito’s, a clam bar where we drink beer, pine the days of seminary, LSD, Jimi Hendrix playing Strasbourg, the hours when all the Howes were stick-style architects, and every waterfront dry goods was built on ballast rock from Slave Coast turrets….
Just as, a stand of trees before you— you now sit turned sideways, on a trail rock, incidentally, listening to see what comes up, down, or out, if you do manage to contain your clumsy sighs, your leafy rustles—to pass the time you idly eye up one far pine to where a birch crosses it,…
According to William James, there are laws in psychology. If you form a picture in your mind of what you would like or wish, and you hold that picture long enough, you produce what you are thinking. In this way monks in certain Himalayan monasteries manifest women out of thin air while balancing…
The third time we made love the magic was already gone. We should have stopped right there, but instead we moved into an apartment, adopted a cat you named Pharaoh, and took a long car trip to the mountains. By then the circus was in town. A handful of tough-looking dwarves in black leather drank…
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