In Good Company
Gandhi is in my kitchen. Barefoot in wrap around cloth, he sits cross-legged atop my kitchen table, having removed the pot of geraniums...
But What if the Blood is a Bone Thing
A rutted splinter, etching and inching its way through the marrow in small bites, travelling north, north towards the hallowed heart that...
Otters
“Look,” she said. “There's an otter!” With a broad smile she handed me her binoculars while pointing to a mass of kelp shifting back and...
They Say She Died on Impact
Kita rode the bus with me. We picked her up last at the corner of 53rd and Prospect. She was there on time every day. When her daddy went...
Las Mujeres (The Women)
Serve them cold beans, government-required protein, save money for the shareholders. Commissary candy bars for those with cash, it won’t...
Remnants of Submission
determine the history of glass: panes of smoothed pebbles on a wooden frame & where was a woman’s sex before the ritual of windows/ ...
Portraits
Little kids’ self-portraits are gloriously naked. Imagine handing a box of Crayolas to a Greek god or an ancient Egyptian cave dweller...
The Firmament
Be outside. The park. Maybe your backyard. Know that the dark ones won’t last too long. Their burdens are heavy – they will let go....