where colors unmooredare raining viridian / flameyou can’t go back there again * a former self calls, and the cellsrearrange her voice an alternate future dials backthe line crackling * a lapse of timethe space between two crows flying westthe gray air and red air fall through by Adele Frances Wegner…
An Unknown Prophet’s Complaint Regardingthe Tardiness of the Messiah (c. 200 B.C.) The milk has soured. The honey? Gone.The widow’s oil has all run out.The glory that you promised usleft in the night like Pharaoh’s sonwhile we ate bitter herbs. When we took wives and lay with themyou punished us because their bloodWas Philistine, but what grave…
Lucy strolled into my life twenty years ago. Short and heavyset, trailing a couple of unruly dogs, she welcomed me to the neighbourhood. Most mornings Lucy wound her way through the community with her dogs in tow, and their leisurely pace always invited the opportunity to chat.On warm evenings Lucy walked with her husband Leo,…
cœur de pirate do not fall for a boy with a pirate heart, even if he will cross five thousand miles of sand and ocean to be with you, carrying nothing more than loneliness and longing in his cargo hold. those things will bond you both together like an oath, but blood is thicker than water…
I don’t sleep anymore. And when I’m on the trainI look up the tall woman’sskirt and find an outletI don’t have the correctconnection to plug into.Man stares at somethinglong enough to kill it;he hunts for things not hisown, and, underserving,greedy for their teeth—their particular song, a luster—spoils just about everythingalong his way. And the cargoes dark,…
At the end of the beachwhere rocks are impassibleand sea unswimmable.I am the passively standing stonepoints extended into the waves.Weathered in daily battleknowing stoically the war is lost with time.The ocean is immortalbut sand is boulders defeated.The water swirls and shakes me.At the end of the beachwith dead pelicans pealed open.Crows and seagulls gleefuldripping citrusy…
