Almost yesterday, those gentle ladies stole to their baths in Atlantic Cuty, for the lost rites of the first sea of the first salt running from a faucet. I have…
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Like Oedipus I am losing my sight. LIke Judas I have done my wrong. Their punishment is over; the shame and disgrace of it are all used up. But as…
Here, in front of the summer hotel the beach waits like an altar. We are lying on a cloth of sand while the Atlantic noon stains the world in light.…
My mouth blooms like a cut. I’ve been wronged all year, tedious nights, nothing but rough elbows in them and delicate boxes of Kleenex calling crybaby crybaby , you fool!…
I have a pack of letters, I have a pack of memories. I could cut out the eyes of both. I could wear them like a patchwork apron. I could…
Who’s she, that one in your arms? She’s the one I carried my bones to and built a house that was just a cot and built a life that was…
In dreams the same bad dream goes on. Like some gigantic German toy the house has been rebuilt upon its kelly-green lawn. The same dreadful set, the same family of…
Reasonable, reasonable, reasonable…we walked through ten different homes, they always call them homes, to find one ward where they like the babies who looks like you. Each time, the eyes…
The speaker in this case is a middle-aged witch, me- tangled on my two great arms, my face in a book and my mouth wide, ready to tell you a…
Something cold is in the air, an aura of ice and phlegm. All day I’ve built a lifetime and now the sun sinks to undo it. The horizon bleeds and…