The Witch Recalls Her Craft
I used to write rainfall into existence. With only symbols & blood I could change a tree into a wise man a stone into a laughing child a flame into a companion to warm you under the sheets. Back then, I had […]
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Poetry
To Hunt a Chimera
We march into the early green, twelve disciples before civil dawn when dense fens are still black and the gulf behind us teased for more time with whitecaps, blue sea stars, and devil rays. An hour passes in the beginning, our party wet from thick-shade everglade mangroves to a mound of prize shells rising […]
Festival of Scales and Teeth
We step heavy but rise soaring. The dead want a good show. It’s a requiem, not a revel. Wise woman cackles, says we won’t live through the night. Roving are the sharks, hanging over this spot of muck from which we rise to remember the devoured departed. Lights swing clam-swathed. Shouts echo, grief and feral […]
Dreams on a Tamarind Road
When the flying fiery horses come for me I want to wear the apocalypse like beautiful sheaths of unicorn wings on my skin—I want the camisole, the jar, the torch, the dead wall clock to mean something cherubic & healing. Healing is when a man with a bullet wound walks into a field of daisies […]
In Another World of Living
fire dies in your throat a god relinquishing the light of what you seek haven of bloated miracles a room embroidered with chandeliers & oshibanas where loneliness is a faraway thing […]
In Dreams, I Cannot Read or Hope
I had a terrible dream in which I was in Toronto and it was the apocalypse. Earthquakes and fires, violence and loss, and the police, of course, were everywhere. We lived on the first floor of an apartment building. The one next to ours had just gone down like […]
the city that hunted us
the city kept us lean and furious, like starving dogs, and we were always looking to the left and right and over our shoulders, to see if the walls were closing in, to see if a steel girder was stooping like a falcon […]
My Vengeance of Light Bears Witness from a Mountain View
I mimic my father’s sea beautifully, the quietness turns out so well. I learn through him how to print pink atmospheres & administer first aid treatment to shooting stars just the way the sky desires its first kiss. Here, a crypto god instructs me […]
Moon Sun Shadow Crow
A crow crosses each road twice: shadow and shadow cast. A crow steals gems and light filled foils, this crow lifts each spoil high, holds it as the sun holds a crow, captured. But today’s sun is moon-chased. This crow sees its large god, stalked by […]
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