And in the morning, The trash will be a heap of Exoskeletons & I will trace the language of Our...
For Balbir Singh Sodhi XXXXXXX Mornings spent always the same: your lips forming a line Like the horizon squeezing itself...
It was in the harvest time,when the lever gaveand the dam spilled over the grassesand the seeds were not fresh...
The difference betweenhim and his motheris God believes in his mother. He says he is not his motherbut he conceives...
for Raine because your off-key off-beat offsets the eighth rests demarcate mind the gap and next stop please because your...
In 1887, Moses dies, leaving Sarah alone with two-year-old A’lelia. I have lifted the still slick tongue of the man.I...
—or not. I told you it is alright to open the window, since we are on a higher floor, and...
And I do not mean that my mother spoke in thee and thou or that my father was an exegete; my...
There’s orange oil on my thumb, viscous beefy consumé, I’m battling the wind for my paper napkins and my paper bag and anything that isn’t...
after Marilyn Hacker Light glints off of the tower across the screeching street, strangers, the psalm of a shameless city. I’ve scrubbed raw...