Monthly Archives: February 2020

notebooks She hated blank pages like she hated the blankness of her life. So she began by making marks – large, loose, gestural sweeps on the page. She then shifted from elongated serpentines to dense clusters of hash marks on … Continue reading →

Saturn Dreams of Eating His Children Lucretia —  Why did patience abandon me?  Why are you a glom on my psyche?  What can I do to rid myself of you and the children?  I never wanted children.  I caved to … Continue reading →

two views of the ermine fringed writing room i. a woman recounts a tussle with the sharp teeth of an unhappy day her children rented out man by man the night a long angry gash shred open ii. religious practices … Continue reading →

Equivalencies She dances to KOKOKO! because there is nothing else in the world she would rather do.  That is all there is to it, when one’s desires collide with the past. She was a child when the rebels raided her … Continue reading →

Discomfiture Disco Discomfit the disco dancer whose boogie shoes are too much to bear. Panfilo is a bear of a man, dark tufts sprouting from his open collar — a cornicello impossibly lost in that dark thicket of chest hair. … Continue reading →

day of the dead dream / as per instruction toothy deadheads sugar skulls leer at the exiled falangist’s autoerotic death by hanging & the bolshevik’s ice pick mambo the streets of pachuca on the day of the dead feral cats … Continue reading →

she was scared / i talk sacred she was scared for me to know said her father said her favorite thing then it went wrong and even though I talk sacred i used to see her father too “For me, … Continue reading →

More Speaking In Tongues (from 30 Songs In 30 Stories)  I. Astral Twisters Yes, my name is Jesús. Jesús Montero. But I’m tired of being called “Jesus.” Everyday the kids at school harass me for miracles: “hover in the air, … Continue reading →

tips (blackout poem #73) tips from 3 point flats beware cut your kids & invite people into their clothes the beds they slept in their car seats never give details & avoid mechanics dont dream its been done too often … Continue reading →

Shadow Is A Ruin “Dig, Digby, dig!” Digby stomps on his shadow in the schoolyard. He tries to blot it out because it won’t stop following him. Digby believes the shadow rains down the indignities he suffers, although he doesn’t … Continue reading →