Cephalofoil The eye doctor gives me a look of concern, he asks “do you drive?” and I say no, have never and he says “well, that’s good. You have barely any peripheral vision. Have you ever noticed that?” Have I ever noticed the things I don’t notice? I shake my head, though maybe it explains…
(Please rotate your device to landscape mode to provide maximum width for each line.) A Phone Call to my Father I found your number while at work today. Thought about calling you and how the conversation would go. I suppose, I would try to distract us both from the silence echoing in the phone. Each…
Death of the Ladies’ Man You were in the business of hurting others the most. Blister stains in pointed shoes, a moon of pink around the shower drain. You knew a woman in so many languages. And I am married to my gray hairs. And you were married to strings. Her lipstick singes desperate. Your…
(Please rotate your device to landscape mode to provide maximum width for each line.) Hello, I saw your name on the return address for the love letter I read while he was out for a haircut. I love the way you write about stars, that they drink up our biggest feelings and don’t budge. Of…
(Please rotate your device to landscape mode to provide maximum width for each line.) You begin with cows. If you don’t have cows you don’t have Wisconsin, only a shaved Michigan. Then, you must have immigrants, lots and lots of immigrants, mostly pale from being so long in snow and supper clubs, from all the…
(Please rotate your device to landscape mode to provide maximum width for each line.) and the run through the pink clouds has ended, he skulks up the stairs and crosses the threshold into the dark living room. Sweat runs down his nose and falls onto the amaranth tiles designed to camouflage the mud and keep…
(Please rotate your device to landscape mode to provide maximum width for each line.) I’ve spent the past few weeks watching mold grow on stewed tomatoes, mourning their sweetness, the possibility of feeling the catch of the teeth of a serrated knife as I slice through them. I’ve been thinking about the serrated knife, a…
the bloodshot man at the Value Pawn said it was genuine as he fingered the dainty band of white gold: my old metal cherry its stone: a mystic topaz that winked at me in sparkling Morse code beneath the buzz of lifeless fluorescence it was the ring that the man with the Roman nose forced…
(Please rotate your device to landscape mode to provide maximum width for each line.) The Secret —Antieau Gallery, Royal St., NOLA Her fairy tale of blue sky and quiet bugs presses itself into the bark of a black tree— Grasshoppers and mosquito hawks, damsel flies and beetles live this story stitch by stitch, closer…
(Please rotate your device to landscape mode to provide maximum width for each line.) The other night I watched a man use his tongue to put a penny up his nose— they replayed the trick two times in slow motion before bringing out a Canadian woman who danced and dangled a glob of spit along…