The land here is scarred and wrinkled.
another self emerges between assignments, to follow the dog into winter dusk and watch the snow fall. Not sociable, but perceiving
I imagined a cascade of slow death for all / that mattered…
Even from this distance I could go out
the door it would bang shut and crumble
My new neighbor is making a violin from a cigar box. He got the cigar box from a guard. The guard, presumably, got it from outside the Fence.
Every so often, they add a tattoo
in honor of some long-forgotten love.
The day does not conclude with the gentle exhale of the earth, but with Mother Superior flipping the hourglass over, again.
Listen to me: I know
the winter gloom in
mid-summer…
Our mission is not a drunken pub-crawl, per se, but examination of all possibilities…
Directly after the arrival of the Armada, this model made sense, as the gap between Unthulanian and Human cultures prevented a commensurable exchange of practices…
When Laika the space dog comes back, bulleted to earth in a tiny white escape pod that dissolves upon opening, nobody can believe it.
Every time I come to the forest, it’s different, but so am I.
We found in his suitcase T-shirts, his siddur, gifts he bought for his grandchildren…
I slumped in front of a massive desk, a passive patient corroded with failure and dread.
I point my camera towards B. Lovely and she is sitting on the curb.
love is a soggy tea stain on a grocery receipt
I myself should never have been born
You are strange, my mother said, dwelling on the past.
I run with a pack of older boys from our neighborhood, the only girl.