“So go then,” she said, referring to the way the river was drained of water. Your front porch was filled with wind chimes, filling the corners of… Read more “The Sound After Thunder”
Month: June 2011
Midnight in Paris
I just might have to go back and see this again and write a review of it. I wanted nothing more than my typewriter and to stay… Read more “Midnight in Paris”
“Kaleidoscopy”
I remember you – the way your body fell like rain into the bed. Sheath after sheath – the smell of the room, the shape of your… Read more ““Kaleidoscopy””
The Naked, Walking
No one ever asked you what sin feels like. It travels to the ends of your hair, like every other poem you have written. [Metafiction.] You are… Read more “The Naked, Walking”
Visiting Rights
1. You, you remember those earlier days when you walked along a more putrid river surrounded by chamomile and violets where the moon hung itself in the… Read more “Visiting Rights”