Mixed materials is another way to create confusion.Mixed materials is another way to infuse infusion.Mixed materials is another way to have fun.Mixed materials is another way to come undone. Mixed materials gives me mixed feelings.Mixed feelings is another way to say you hate it.Mixed feelings is another way to say you love it.Mixed feelings is... Continue Reading →
My clock’s been swung to zeroThere is no zero on other clocks,I don’t know where my dad lives,Previous night my skin felt softAs he kissed with his wet lipsMy dad wishes me upbeat,He replies his recent minor emergenciesAbout his well-being, about how he playedWith my siblings and sisters,He needs me to return to lifeWhy only... Continue Reading →
When I was four, my babysitter sexually abused me. It wasn’t violent, but it certainly wasn’t consensual or right. She had all the power, and specifically told me not to share what was going on. A 15- or 16-year old girl, innocently curious or not, isn’t supposed to do what...
Bob Woodward, you media gigolo,you're making me think naughtythoughts about you---Deepthroatingthe ripe juicy details out of that HousePainted White, mongering our Fearsas you always have since the daysof Tricky Dick, back when thisCountry had the matching hangingjowls, remember? So sinister werethose loose flaps of aging skin thatyou and your partner took y'all's finestfountain pens and... Continue Reading →
Watched you today Hanging out with friends, Talking to each in turn,Attention paid One story at a time. “Oh, have you seen this one?” You ask Tothe King of Sentences And the Critic. “I’ve never heard of this one before,”You say with a pat on the jacket, A point, And a smile. Such easyconversations. “That... Continue Reading →
I watched a complete stranger, a boy, baptized on television.The priest hugged the child like his own son, smiling like a proud father.The congregants, a sea of white faces, the boy’s family, all smiling.The green-robed choir sang majestically, the organ played loudly, signifyingthe presence of the Lord.I watched this walking on a treadmill at Gold’s... Continue Reading →
I love you, Kumamoto. But my missions are in a state of decay. The limestoneaqueducts, once traversing proudly alongside the Piedras Creek, the ones thatpumped crystalline liquid into the mouths of my native born children, aredried. They too have crumbled under the heat of June air raids; they aremercury to the touch. A foolish child... Continue Reading →
I have an irrational fear in theshower when I close my eyes that ashark will burst through the tilewall and devour me wholePerhaps that’s because within thered waters in the chambers of myheart, there lurks a shark with anappetite unceasing till it hasswallowed every top floater aliveMy heart is encased in shark teeth,is a rubber... Continue Reading →
Listen, girl, Let’s rock a minute. Igotta tell you somethin’ important.Say someday you’re sittin’ on thisswing, Yes, this same one, Longtime from now, With a grownupman, And the lighting bugs aregoin’, Making that summer magicin the jasmine air. See, there theygo. And you lean your head on hisshoulder, You can hear his heartbeat,cain’t ya? And... Continue Reading →
“Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination,” said Oscar Wilde. And while, yes, I have been a fan of Wilde since I played Lady Bracknell in a drama camp production of The Importance of Being Earnest, I must confess that I am the exception to...
