Publications & Achievements

The Day I Forgot It Was Raining

My body existential Your hair an uprising of thorns When wind is nothing more than broken tumbleweed the crows stitching the air sewing up the holes in the Ozone layer Your mind is separate Your leaves are burning a house of mirrors that face the earth and deepen your...

When Manuscripts Turn To Stones

I had received five manuscripts entitled “Kaleidoscope” when I decided to buy one and shatter its body, cut the lenses in half – your face still moved and surrounded the ribbons of color, your eyes blushed with red, your mouth tinted blue as though under water. Your...

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 fracture...

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 of air...

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 wind,...

“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 that...

Art Museum

  1. There are still fields where the crops split open into other fields. The crows become a canyon that opens its mouth revealing a dust storm.   2. You walk into a museum and focus on a set of inverted paintings--- a cropping of heads mounted on pivoting...

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