Monthly Archives: April 2013

Perfumed Sentence … a perfume is not the same as a sentence … – David Howes Don’t tell me that perfume cannot be a sentence, that trees are not language, because to deny this is to deny that hands can … Continue reading →

It’s a boy Complete this sentence: As long as it’s healthy… By the time your startle reflex has kicked in and he’s tested his grasp of your finger (melting your belly from the outside) you’ll have counted his toes one … Continue reading →

Loving an Old Dog There were days loosed from the leash when she’d burst from fall-frail leaves, lungs ecstatic with young daylight. She found mud where there’d been no rain or river, tracked paths to squirrel dens and litterbug ravines. … Continue reading →

Once I Fashioned Wings I’m in her garden, among the roses, flowers wrapped in plastic bags, bees placed in match boxes tied with string, yellow ants kept in old shoe-polish tins, fish that seem to float upside down, birds tethered … Continue reading →

The Bird Girls That was the year they’d call the night before like birds that congregate on black phone wires to plan what to wear to school the next day: skirts, though it was a deathly winter there. They were … Continue reading →

Untitled (The Mole Rat) Maybe there’s a poem for the cool of the bus in my hair, like the whole network of hidden vein lines in clear eyes, or the air rattling under the stop-caller’s white words. In this poem, … Continue reading →

The Year of (white) Fun There are some things I just don’t like to think about. There are some places I just don’t like to go. Sometimes I feel so old. Sometimes I feel false. Don’t let my face tell … Continue reading →