Pomegranate for Beginners start with a bruised body and the wrong knife,take a hound’s eye: follow the pierce and spatter,little globules seething as red thumbs digto outrun the decay. Kouridashi prime your eye for an act of decreation; my finest...
Numbers Numbers make sense to me, they always have Solve for ZSolve for XSolve for Y With numbers there is always a solution,an answer,a clear rightand wrong,an obvious blackand white Black and white questionson black and white paperwith black and white answersand...
Two paths diverge in a cemetery. One slopes down to the cafe, and a thinner, dustier path heads upwards, deeper into the cemetery. Feeling lonely and wanting, perhaps even needing, to delve deeper into that feeling, I isolate myself from the dog walkers, the couples...
Written after the death of Mahsa Amini Some days, some part of me refuses to put pain down on paper. These are the days I pull away, stretch myself to a place where I know we are not all grieving. On some days, I have to diversify my language, revise my tongue, which...
Sharp the placenames of reliquary Bitter the taste of the buried I stand hunched by the Lake of Saints Disinter my brutal brutalized heartVouchsafe passage to the newly birthedTo the freshly dead and to the undying Lightener of stars, ghost of the hollybushBeware...
A heart beating in time with a clock. His own heart. The clock, the one with the classic black-and-white hexagons of a football and the crest of Liverpool FC in gold. The light from the lamppost outside slips through the gap in his curtains, illuminating the clock....
Tehachapi Earthquake of 1952 Earthquake!my mother yelled when the bed moved across the roomjust before 5 a.m., July 21, 1952. She raninto the street in her nightgown, Screaming and crying,the sticky night turning quickly to day. With no sensefor the White Wolf...
Watchers They knew, but they preferred to donothing other than watching until theybecame the reckless watchers of the planet,buying, selling, owning, using, feasting with hungrymouths, with hungry hearts that loved only consumingeverything the earth offered them...
The herd lit up like bulbs, illuminating the dark mountainside – beast by beast picked out by the colossal sun burning through the morning fog. Close up, the metal ring through the little bull’s nose glinted. A stunted oak, hung with galls, stooped a few metres from...
My grandma Alice is staring into a snow globe. I have shown her how to shake it so the snow falls over the pastoral landscape many times before. Sometimes she remembers, and sometimes she does not. Rosie, her great-granddaughter, my four-year-old niece, is watching...
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