Mother, strange goddess face above my milk home, that delicate asylum, I ate you up.

You said the anger would come back just as the love did. I have a black look I do not like. It is a mask I try on. I migrate toward it and its frog

It is half winter, half spring, and Barbara and I are standing confronting the ocean. Its mouth is open very wide, and it has dug up its green,

Darkness as black as your eyelid, poketricks of stars, the yellow mouth, the smell of a stranger,

Today the circus poster is scabbing off the concrete wall and the children have forgotten if they knew at all. Father, do you remember?

‘Do you like me?’ I asked the blue blazer. No answer. Silence bounced out of his books. Silence fell off his tongue

Listen here. I’ve never played it… in spite of what the critics say. Ask my imaginary brother, that wai… that childhood best friend who com… dress—up and stick—up and jacks an…

I was thinking of a son. The womb is not a clock nor a bell tolling, but in the eleventh month of its l… I feel the November

The rain drums down like red ants, each bouncing off my window. The ants are in great pain and they cry out as they hit as if their little legs were only