Any way you look at it, it seems the world isburning, that it is going up in flames, and it is. Icannot unsee the ways we are awful to one another,devouring one another in hatred, letting the thingenvelope us, blind us, and no making, no creating, nofever dream will help; friends do, and generosity,goodness even—not …
after Mizi Xia Cardinal red caught in the salt-ached breeze,the silk dancing through leaves. You lungedforward like a wild horse in the middle ofSunday green, the branch a traitorous kinyou threatened to behead. So you were therewaging a war against the wind and I was thereand I was bad at this, I admitted, becauseyou lost …
All the rivers on the moon are dammed.Their labor done, the lunar raceof beavers, walking upright, cradling their childrenin their arms, return to homes they builtfrom native trees. They lounge along their ponds,their flat tails absorbing warmth from the vagrant sun.This is what, in 1835, the New York Sunreported: The Moon’s an Eden of naturally …
Before long I’ll need a good anatomistlet her macerate thisbody how she sees fit with water in acid orbeetles or compost but with a final cleanse in ammonia please—so long as the bones come out pearlyso long as she interpret them faithful to this life but maybe more faithful to the next Go on and …
First, let the wood pick ream & reamits femur. Clean it out like a soulfrom the body. Slide the yucca cordthrough & through like a pin of amberlight on the hollowed parts of us, thenback into a cave, where a cricket lives,carved into the side of bison bone.Let it roll & roll into a sun, …
The first door.The tympanal organ. Whatflight—what pollen—what call—what slightiridescence, the veins,through the leaves,the watching. The drop down, within reason. Within reason. Un-dressing. The first door.Crepuscular. The wing-span. What elongating,aviating, undoing light, what,the deltoid, the oblique,it was asking, sinking,onto the bare back,again, whatyou cannot have,its elevation, its softlanding, almost paper,clearly moving,across.
Over 380 personswere kidnapped betweenDecember 1, 2023, and January 3, 2024,across Nigeria. —International Centre for Investigative Reporting on the basis of trust, I receive the eyes of a visitorto a saucepan, redress my throat with eggshells, spreadcaution like a balm to my knees, with moist frettedby the gnawing of the news at arm’s length. justanother …
Snow overlays the diagonal record. The line splitting the heart of the deer’s hoof vanishes along with the heart. Any hiccups in gait are effaced and packed. A hole poked in the ground cover might emit blue light but not evidence of direct register: a hind foot landing in the same spot as a front …
We must have seemed so strangebrushing past traders, exorbitant umbrella hawkers, squeezing through thick processions of secondhandT-shirts, dresses, corsets held against the body in that public, most intimate fitting room of the eye’sapproximation. Across the stretch, wind thrashed the dampness of rain.On we’d go past Ambassadeur, through Accra Lane, sighting the blue-tiled Taj Mahal of …
Here’s a story. One evening last summer I stood on the balcony and for reasons unknown looked south through the multitude of Art Nouveau Mehrfamilienhäuser stretching away from our new home into the distance and into past centuries, instead of west across Zürisee towards the sun settling precariously atop Uetliberg where the sky makes an …