D. Nurkse

In the dark we play tag: can you see me? Can you touch me? We miss each other by inches, by the breeze: how can we miss by so little? And Father sits at the kitchen table picking at the food we should have finished. A thrush sings coldly [...]

A child with glittering eyes spat on me, slashed my jacket with his boxcutterand now the cop holding him in a hammerlock ordered me: hit as hard as you want.Snow drifted in whorls in the arc of a high lamp. A dog's silhouette paced behind a frosted w [...]

She honked sharply on the hairpin bend and the single lane bridge but there was no one, a spiralling seed, a rabbit watching sideways from the vetch. In the kerosene glow we undressed gingerly, scared of desire and the mattress coils. At [...]

A lover who hates herself. The summer of the great riots. The radio says it's dying of love, but it seems easier just to change the station. News of the holy market, in agony or born again. I have a lock of her hair, a little singed, as if co [...]

In the market of Totora a scribe had set up his ancient Underwood on a plank table. He offered to write a note that would reach you there, in Karia, in the high granite valley where you lay in fever. The price was a night's sleep or the li [...]