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...
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/ ...
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....
The Autopsy Report of Liza Smith (Death Investigation 2004)
A sound house, no home I stole a beaten pillow From a homeless man, Whispered I wanted his Disease Spreading through My fingers tips and...
Redemption
Up the side alley, off an ocean-lined highway there are half a dozen or so boarded up churches ripe with salvation or disappointment....
Thermal Ascension
Hawk, scalloped feathers steady, receives the inhale of thermal and rises— pull of eternity intricate in the markings, counted, threaded...