I. At the edge of the world there is a suburban car service station, masked attendants waving entry to dehydrated...
"I know the best mornings are made of / pancake batter, warm skin, loose stockings..."
It was snowing when I dialed, raining when I hung up, chaos even for me who mixes the chaff back...
—or not. I told you it is alright to open the window, since we are on a higher floor, and...
Bogwoman’s brewing, says my mother outfromwhom I came yesterday tumbling, meaning that the fog rolls over Jylland, intowhich her mother...
This morning I drew, as the bath ran, my long body into shadow, feeling my self delicious, as if laughter...
The baby lies on her back in the at space provided by her father’s forearms stretched from his chest as...
To my many siblings, the alive and lingering. He cooks sticky rice cakes, brings orchids and forsythias in from the...