At home with contingency breeze arrives like a first principle. Autumn. Red leaves welcomed, one by one, into the yawning corridor. A season’s calm demolitions, diminishing returns, imaginary saturations of foliage on the threshold. § Window shocked from the centre out, a spider web ripple. Transparency insurance, daylight commandeering other arms, new violet lucidity. A […]

1. I sometimes dream I have an extra set of eyes on the sides of my head which I fail to hide with my hair, my snakes. In dreams I know a woman with snake-hair hunts with her eyes.             Prey animals wear their eyes on the sides of their head             to better see us coming. […]

In the Gardens of Hell every flower is a flame. Every flower every night swallows its own black face. Every little growing thing rings with the muscles of men. Where are all the lungs in Hell? Where the bulbs would be, beneath the surface, breathing in time. Red-blue balloons, vein-trails beneath. Strange jellyfish sail the […]

The first light was Sunday within an hour I’d gained open windows            without thinking to forget radio and in remembering curated a new sound. Borrowed from the archives it made sense to caution            against mutual modes of frivolity, but having met his brethren couldn’t feign what felt uneven in the pavement of our            clumsy digressions. An animal out […]

Making ritual is the same as making forms. Youth gathers along the parapet shore and solicitations by birds confirm what precise document a woman can be. At work someone says if you’re getting older it means you’re not dead. Looting solved canopies for past incantations light a commodity and I may have said this already. […]