K for…
Keyhole *** Walking down softly carpeted steps I feel a stab so sharp and sudden it doesn’t even register as pain—more like a bright light that forces all matter to part in its wake, making a tunnel that starts between
K for…
Keyhole *** Walking down softly carpeted steps I feel a stab so sharp and sudden it doesn’t even register as pain—more like a bright light that forces all matter to part in its wake, making a tunnel that starts between
T for…
Trust the Machines *** I built a crane for you, look! look! look! look! all gold from the drum to the hook hook! hook! hook! machine equipped with a hoist hoist! hoist! hoist! gold wire ropes to kill old hopes
W for…
(W)hole *** The always already apocalypse is becoming Urgent urgent Urgent So we sleep with both eyes open and a snake. We hurl ourselves into the dressed in metal shiny cyborg stars in the between. Here children are dead they
W for…
(W)hole *** The always already apocalypse is becoming Urgent urgent Urgent So we sleep with both eyes open and a snake. We hurl ourselves into the dressed in metal shiny cyborg stars in the between. Here children are dead they
J for
Dear John *** This is one of a series of alternate endings to the Henry James short story The Beast in the Jungle. John Marcher, the protagonist, lives with, “the sense of being kept for something rare and strange, possibly
P for
Papa Pole *** Father I swallowed a dead star It scratched my throat and left a scar It burned my organs from inside but it never left from my bottom side Mom said this one will never quiet her open
M for
Mama Hole *** speech is shame mouth of shame you are my mother in the hole you gave birth to me mama hole is deep I wear you like a maxi skirt weighed down with lead at the hem you
S for
Stop *** As May settled into her seat on the commuter rail she experienced a queasy deflation. Her back on the vinyl brought the anticipation of what-was-yet-to-come suddenly against the undeniable specificity of the present—she had left and could no
S for
Stop *** As May settled into her seat on the commuter rail she experienced a queasy deflation. Her back on the vinyl brought the anticipation of what-was-yet-to-come suddenly against the undeniable specificity of the present—she had left and could no
