Constellate


Bridal veil beside
Bed-raggled spread of spilt stars
And other launched hopes
Til’ the moon draws back the sky:
Satellite script of unborn names Read More

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Painting by Zdzisław Beksiński

“Those who do not weep, do not see.”*
Blooms beget bombs,
hope and horror in one vignette of existence
and the next
and the next
our little cherubs grow up to detonate
affix credit scores to souls and kill for food
the film reel revolves and I watch dry-eyed paralyzed Read More

Open Carry


In a dream a friend carried his baby on his back and pointed a DP-12 shotgun at me, I didn’t laugh enough at one of his jokes or because that’s just what is done in these days of deconstruction.
Conflict resolution doesn’t mean what it used to.
Right to bear arms doesn’t mean what it used to.
Friendship doesn’t mean what it used to. Read More

Lyrical Love: Starless


“Starless and bible-black” is a phrase the prog-rock band King Crimson borrowed from the Dylan Thomas play, Under Milk Wood. The song was written in 1974 by the band’s bassist, John Wetton, and appeared as the last track on the band’s last ever album, Red. Read More

Labor


I was inspired while reading the chapter on motherhood, and apparently the baby in the womb was too, for after fifteen days past her estimated due date — as I tried intense mountain hiking, bumpy 4-wheel-driving over Engineer Pass, dancing my pregnant booty off to saloon ragtime, cooking with Himalayan chili peppers, an all-night full-moon vigil Read More