He Screams

He Screams

A man on a bicycle.Does he strain into his vocal cordsbecause he is angry, wonderwhy he is riding on this trackgoing around in circlesas his life seems to veer offin jagged directions, no windingroad home. He screams.Mouth open wide, throat thrustunder his chin. He...
Without Provisions

Without Provisions

Eva would tell her father about the proposal herself. For her mother had kielbasy to make for the Pope and could think of nothing else, the request coming as it did from the Cardinal, and his courier coming to pick up the sausage by evening. And then, thought Eva as...
I Want to Speak of Want

I Want to Speak of Want

of the need for lyricwhispers and fingertipsbehind my earlike a distant melody of dappled water that flowswhere tulips opentheir soft petals spreadinglike a morning yawn of the weight of the stonesthat left my body imprintedmy bones brandedmy hands a delicate muzzle...
Blue Blew Azul

Blue Blew Azul

Solid as fish shimmerleaping from the skyto regain its ground,its Rock River,its Seine. This bluethis morning is mere garmentsde mes mémoires faibles. It is glass cracking inwardindifferent to the downwashing yellow.It doesn’t thinkI am weaker,I am being overtaken. I...