Transition Time
All text taken from The Women’s Times, July and October 2005, Northampton, MA A catalyst, a guru, a fearless 14-year-old in her first strapless dress, you go unrecognized, tight in the bud, more...
View ArticleOld Roman's Row
Roman catches fresh cut grass thrown with damp earthworm in the caves of his nose and his home Cue fire-engine wails and flash as Roman, hands spread and nose pressed flat against his epic window,...
View ArticlePeeing in Punjabi
On the carpet he did it, if only it hadn’t been on the reading rug, impossible now to use that little patch of colored squares she’d worked so hard, called so many stores to scrounge, just so kids...
View ArticleDecocted Life
Of course he wants to know what happened to me because old friends always do and he goes, what about you? And I go, dyed my eyebrows. And shit, there we are because how do you explain about...
View ArticleSecrets
All text taken from Cosmo Girl, December 2006 / January 2007, pp. 158-60 You discover them every day, Leaning toward you, trying not to laugh. As guilty Of the truth you never told As of the truth you...
View ArticleBlackbirds
Tapas. Tiny food. And if you drink? —this is the time, time for very high heels. (Hold me) The cousins wondered Red wine is best. Sit at the table, ankles crossed. (How old?) there are twenty-seven...
View ArticleFrom "Locus: A Choose Your Own Adventure Series"
For instance, Suffix said Prefix comes from the Prussian or Pan-Asian Pretext, or "named from God." She is skilled in the piccolo and other, smaller flutes. I remember her quiet, having taken a bee to...
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How We Reached Metéora
. . . sometimes, searching for the imaginary can accidentally lead one to find a bit of useful reality. Those searching for the Northwest Passage, for example, mapped an awful lot of terrain. —Thomas...
View ArticleNotes toward a Surrealist Valentine
(after Breton) your nose like an ancient pyramid your throat like a labyrinth of isotopes your forehead like a backwards palindrome your forehead like a cathode ray your hair like hibernation like...
View ArticleZombie Thanksgiving
I. That Corpse You Planted Last Year in Your Garden November surprised us, Congress undone again, whiff of dread in a drift of mothballed coats. When we were children, we didn’t know we’d always be...
View ArticleNo End to the Horror
1. You’re new to this place You marvel at the size of objects—large insects small mammals large plants small fruits small yards large houses—things are out of scale here You marvel There is a language...
View ArticleFrom Bombyonder
You don’t want to hear about marriage You don’t want to hear about marriage, but you’re going to get it, you’re going to get insurance, you’re going to get the girl too, the power you’re going to get...
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