I woke this morning and realized I had no creed. So I went down to a local bar for a plate of chilaquiles and a michelada. I took out some paper napkins and a pen and began to write my creed. A feeling of excitement came over me. This was similar to the gold plates […]
Well babe, you know those weavers are children in chairs and they’re learning to knit. Come October, the blanket of knots beneath their feet will be lit by a rusted peach sun. Those red breasted robins are pecking the ground like scraping the last serving from the edge of the pan and I won’t be […]
My sister was walking down a street in the fashion district of Montreal, her purse a ballast for the dirigible rapture of her daughters as they plied the doors of designer label stores, and somehow, pushed perhaps by an unseen hand, she bumped into an old man…
Did a tongue run over lips eclipse the bank of a dry stream like a fish on flips and flopping like dinner, lunch. You found my center and sunk your teeth in, crunch. So my bones gave up the ghost to your lips, a gift. A rift in time, so juicy like limes, belly like […]
The worth of dying is variable. Why are the deaths of the dark-skin poor, who live far from oil and with names we cannot pronounce, of a lesser value? Are their smiles different? Maybe it is the way they die; how they fall and rot upon the ground. Their foreign bones must bleach […]
Behind a screen there is time for wheeling moons to wear on the night…
Where is the desert in my body? Where is the deep crack in the earth from whence rises my will? Surely there are towers of ice shadowing the undulation of my ribs and there must be stretches of waterless sand shifting across my heart and spilling into the hollows of my stomach. No more, only […]
