Poetry
Mrs. Mulkey pointed to the nearest desk, said, “Write your essay right now. You have 15 minutes.” Except I didn’t. Neither did Pac-Man when I watched my favored brother play him, terribly, last night, my shoulders aching from shoveling muck deep as my gumboots. The cattle only knew food and shit, so much shit I […]
I walked outside after a long night’s rest and discovered the corporate skyscraper across the street was transformed into a monk’s temple. There were several monks inside meditating and listening to calm music from a diminutive guitar of some sort. Not sure what religion. Didn’t want to find out. I have nothing against organized religion […]
It rained the crops to pulp in 1995, the apple blossoms’ wet cheeks a reflection—the maniac down the street rubbing himself, opening his palm to me, powderlesswings detached from their thorax,his darkened thumbnail. Another man—one block over—looking through the window at my 90-year-oldgrandfather while his wife (the man’s; Helen of Troy) combs her lashes—a runway for her wet cheeks. […]
there’s a river curved like a wrist in rural Iowa, we follow. everybody notices a country thrusting inside us. —you wear an orange blouse your hair—a fur coat laid carefully on your head. people slow down when we pass we are so in love. a man in a wooden […]