Sarasvati Researching how much the Tube costs a month, deciding who I should say sorry to before I go, I pray to Sarasvati for Absolute Truth. She presses a conch shell to my lips, loosens the noose around my neck,... Continue Reading →
Earthquake, 5 A.M. Temblor wakes me with a kiss. On the other side of the wall, a whirring of water. I open thin blinds to calla lilies, belladonna, the garden of early morning light. After the earthquake the neighborhood dogs... Continue Reading →
Questions for Winter Building its sequined dune against the garden door — Can snow sense the futility of accumulation? Does ice dream of melting into the earth’s arms? Hydrangea plays possum on dead wood Brittle sky offers an empty bowl... Continue Reading →
Morning Constitutional 8 a.m., the old couple strolls by my house on their way back from the beach as they do every day at precisely this time. Watching them pass by is as much a part of my morning ritual... Continue Reading →
Advaitic Terra Firma The universe Early in the planning stage A silent nuclear philosophy Poorly translated Made Of celestial bones Cloaked in cobra skin and Sparkling prophecy Proffered Brand new cult nightmare Untold truths In liquid sound Breeding strange Tiny... Continue Reading →
Just a Miscommunication There’s a tick-tick-ticking in my head and it sounds like a clock but it feels like a bomb counting down. I think there’s something happening and it doesn’t seem like nothing. No, this time it must be... Continue Reading →
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