dinner is ruined!
i avoid going to her apartment to see her, and i avoid knowing that i avoid it, but there it is: i hate it. don’t say hate, she used to say, it was on a list...
woo
during the unit on evolution, he would put his head on his desk, arms bent at the elbow underneath to cradle it and then look to the side, towards the window...
abscission
I am writing to you in the time of falling leaves, the small golden ones which carpeted the path I walked on today towards the sun as it sank into the...
apocalypse
see! how i love you. here at the end of the world. may it surprise us both.
très riches heures
september opens like a door through which the long shadow of a horse can be seen, hooves pinned to those of the living horse. there is a wildness that cannot...
is the only flag i love
when i was a child the post sorting office in our town had a giant flag on their flagpole and whenever we drove past it i would imagine my class lying...
i love you
because you showed up at my house every day before and after school, and you said it so i thought i should too. because you said it sometimes after you’d...
kept alive by dumb things
and humbled by how often it was dumb things and not the sublime: the berries in the fridge that would otherwise go mouldy, not ethics or morality or even the...
(i)sh.
one thing that’s funny (or sad) is how there are cartels for absolutely everything. really. did you read that story last month or last year — i don’t...
how raw?
i wrote this with a straight face, as straight as i can manage anyway
i like it raw
like a freshly dug grave, the way the earth, disturbed smells. i like it raw, on my knees, baby, you know- on my knees in the dirt, pulling plants out of the...
the name of this place is a secret
i am approaching this story with my head lowered, on my knees. i am crawling slowly towards the heart of the story without looking up. i am taking care not...
july
the smell of the kitchen; the steady hum of the refrigerator neatly underlining the quiet of the house. the front or side door opening was an airlock being...
who will i be when i am not myself anymore?
how do i answer that? already unbecoming, there are times i hardly recognise you, and did i ever think i would miss the you that once threw a pot with such...
glorious
I’ve been dreaming about cutting my hair again. In the dream I am shorn, like a sheep, or like Samson was, rough hands hold me close to the scalp and dull...
i walked the day into dusk
in the time of the beginning of this current ending, i walked all the time — i would walk with one child for an hour, then the other for another hour, and...
kodakrome
the purpose of filming, either static or video is much discussed; it is agreed i think that it makes the ordinary spectacular which is to say a spectacle,...
mothers day
she hardly has an interest in much of anything anymore so will sit placidly through everything which is really just another way of saying indifference. but...
1981: oh christ
oh what is it now? footsteps fast and heavy up the stairs. blood in the basement, there’ll be tears before bedtime someone jokes and they laugh but then...
the litany of the body
the body as the cross, carried by the body itself to some other golgotha. the body as golgotha. the body as the grave of another body, the body as cradle....