Poetry
Summer 2000
Deposit
Sometimes water falls and leaves itself like blood in the basin, staining. That is when I remember, go out of the silence I’ve created, as a mouth unfolds to open […]
Poetry
Summer 2000
The Garden
There is no garden, there never was. The man who cuts the grass is stealing, making promises with his Miracle-Gro and reeling in the fish. I want to believe in […]
Poetry
Summer 2000
Bats
They live inside walls—not like you or the other rodents, but with wings and fangs, a clicking almost flamenco. And unlike you, they are not ashamed: they share their darkness […]
Poetry
Summer 2000
Aperture
I close the wardrobe, it opens. I close the wardrobe, it opens. Is that the way it will always be,persistence as a form of flight; my summons the rising and […]