A Coal Miner’s Butterfly

I tied the hands of a clock like shoe laces took pictures over and over until the image was exposed in the shape of a heart. I found fingers – in the staggering corn stalks. Two swans gliding through an old factory the S of white necks a soundless compression...

Circus

1. I cut my thumb open on a knife and it believed it was sleeping – the skin puckered like the mouth of a fish. The blood was like a horse narrowing herself through a fence, through a canal into another city. 2. Tomorrow, she said, tomorrow – pointing at a pair...

Sistine Chapel

  One day you took the time and you inverted your children on a stained-glass window. The unusual shapes hung upside-down. Their hair turned white, their eyes transparent— and wings developed along their backs like scales, stars sprinkled around the...

Inversion

  There will come a day when no one— literally no one— will carry a Polaroid camera. You walk through a corn field realize the machines have learned to walk. The water turns to ice, turns to mold hung within a tree— your hair long trimmed with...

“I have a thing for poetry”

  and poets— You turned at the waist behind the podium and the way your mouth moved suggested kissing as your eyes focused on my shadow. I understood. I know my eyes would have reminded you of winter and the way the leaves curl curl into combs and lanterns...