Monthly Archives: April 2016
We are immigrants in our own skin, flash-fire refugees who get by with falsified papers, fake IDs, and forged signatures. If caught and found guilty of a trespass or transgression, we pardon ourselves in our native tongues, language a placeholder … Continue reading
Fade, how the light, contracting Amnesia, tenderly submits by subtly engaging a trick lens.
Forgiveness, gravity’s claim on cells duly annulled.
Anais Nin, draped in a negligee of text– naked lunch break?
At the wound’s core, dark luscious ravels of text, courting, inviolate measures, the fathomless brood of Beauty’s End.
Jilly, aged three, bared her teeth & bit Jack, four, hard on the arm, breaking skin & drawing blood. Stunned, Jack’s baby blues ballooned & gaped at Jilly, bright with malice & glee. Why Jilly why, Jack cried, nursing his … Continue reading
Grief, a tangle of hidden hands emerging to bury you standing.
Kiss, the clefting of vowels while she brings your mouth to praise.
Intimacy, the skeining of desire, bound by recourse.
And on the eighth day she was diagnosed an Artist, and saw that it was good and fierce and necessary, and went forth creating like a madwoman, rattling gravity shackles to the din of furor and crumbling towers within.