Poetry
… boundaries, then; an infestation of humours, invisible companion: ageless, like a child. No one will be able to … back. But not the beginning, not where I started. That died with Johann setting out on the road. That died when the only language I trusted began to grow under my …
Poetry
Only the Beginning of the Sharpness “What you think is the point is not the point at all but only the beginning of the sharpness.” —Flann O’Brien, The Third Policeman It’s hard for the master sharpener after all that work to have the shaft taken for the …
Poetry
… unfurled from his deltoids, to further the race. Says Sadie, before she passed on or moved past plain’s view, … rubble overcome with nausea snagging in thick hair: … of folded denim in mule trunk they leave for denver five points. the apostates …
Poetry
… it to sing, but swans, everyone knows, only sing when they die. Said the man, I shouldn’t have asked you to sing; I …
Poetry
Reza’s Restaurant, Chicago, 1997 the waiters milled about filling sumac shakers clearing away plates of onion and radish my father pointed to each person whispered Persian about the old man with the silver beard …
Poetry
… The Confident Child My mother it was who died too soon Before she ever knew peace or rest. She … with the river beside, And knotted his angry hands, and died. And if ever I die, who stand between The spring’s brightness and the …