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I am a slow, shaking old man, my skin isn’t hanging yet, but it looks like a crepe paper map of someplace like Oklahoma or Idaho. When younger and making acquaintances of learned people, I would ask them what they thought God was - only occasionally was this well received and never reversed. Everyone believes in God, you can count self-proclaimed atheists on one hand. I certainly didn’t want to be thought of as, not afraid to burn in hell, though I wasn’t Of course there’s Ei

When it’s all over, when naked birds with little teeth have drunk their last from the saucers of our hips, whittled thin by the rains of the dying world, will it matter what you did to me, what I did to you? We are now no more separate than  moonlight from sun. Intermingled hopelessly in the slow slough of decay. All our old deeds—whetted each on the other— we have done over to ourselves, passed them back and forth between us like wedding wine, many times, a doomed cat’s crad

This life of separateness may be compared to a dream, a phantasm, a bubble, a shadow, a drop of dew, a flash of lightning. — The...

He came to me, like an old friend. He came to me, like a lover. He came to me, looking for help. Three nights. Endless days. Somewhere...

Last night I saw Jesus in the basilica  a face familiar but unlike  what art or statues show. Yet clear as day  a strong nose, parted...

She climbed into my mouth and   made a pocket, paper thin,  shallow as the envelope at the   back of your books I held her like an idol ...

Figured I had time left; Doesn’t everyone, it seems. Thought I could be deliberate. Consider options, at least. Then they gave me the...

The alphabet is not enough  to convey the complexity of a mind.  Rounded subtleties express ennui  where there should be evocations ...

̶  Jessica Nirvana Ram Like the Madonna in stained glass, I too allowed myself to be broken into blue fractals. I segmented my fingers...

I’m sorry for asking questions a mother isn’t made to answer —spirit or otherwise. So many times I addressed you, Why won’t you let me...

Ancient trees are a dying breed. They are a dying breed because they are steadily going out of existence, yes—but, more than that,...

First, dig a hole no deeper than memory, beneath stones that shudder through flames. Whisper its dirge or invite its misery, and press...

As Aeneus carried Anchises  out of burning Troy  towards the stars and away from crisis,  their creator cradles you, old boy,  from the...

I found my brother’s body.  No one else thought to look.  To call him mangled would be  an understatement:  razors had lacerated the...

when my cat licks my palm,  i wonder what it’s like  to have a tongue  of stars.  “can you see them?”  i ask her. “the particles...

I’ve never met the person in my passenger seat, but  she smiles when I refuse her offerings of marijuana and psilocybin mushrooms. "I Got...

Some soothsayer told you it was me. Had to be. You’d know by the constellation of moles on my neck or the shape of my friendliness. He...

A bird leaps off a lamppost and falls into the sky as the voices in my cardboard living room turn into a neighbourhood seeking...

Once I met someone in the woods.  He acted like I met him on purpose. I didn’t.  He smiled antler  to antler, a smile not reaching his...

My apartment is a great lung, expanding, contracting. It is fit to collapse and suffocate its sole occupant. I am the wet nurse of the...