I live atop a smoldering volcano,always rumbling and threatening to erupt.I’m used to the smoke,my skin so grey on cloudy daysI melt into the landscape.I’m used to the noise;it's my lullaby when,having exhausted myself in the balancing,I finally collapse.Why, you wonder, don't you climb down?Oh, I've tried standing tall,surveying the pitted surfacethat slopes to civilization,but... Continue Reading →
https://youtu.be/LPALj7JcpzY A coworker says blackberries and I'm ten againIn that bramble beside the pasture.Tom is barefoot and giggling.Our lips purple from the ripe fruit.I carry daddy's binocularsAnd his sense of impending doomAround my sunburned neck.Mosquito hum. Meadowlark mantra.Far-off rumble of the Memphis train.Our sticky fingers. Our aching bellies.That sky a blueline map of forever.Tom pulls... Continue Reading →
https://youtu.be/c5_CRotLsBA Once again the wide river recalled. A story, a songAn artery of memory.Coffee-colored from summer floods.Meandering west, as I did long ago.I hear waves lapping from a barge passing.I hear that sucking soundIn the shallows, in the shoals.I hear Granddaddy plucking an old MartinOn Birmingham radio, his high tenor warblingInside the wax of a... Continue Reading →
https://youtu.be/7jnkdeQLos0 There on the map but vague in my mind.Blurred through the window As we touch down in rain.Rain like some shroud to be lifted.A rain ancestral And singing of pity.This is the dream that will happen.This is how it will all play out.There will be seagulls And pints of stout and my faceAround every corner.There will be... Continue Reading →
Only disconnect.Slow down aggressively.Do nothing and rest afterwards.Sit, stare, and move the wall.You have the right to remain silent.Nothing-happening is not a threat.Revel in redundancy.Put all your goals in a box and burn that box.Love to do what’s now.Quiet your mind, hear your soul.Embrace the lean elegance of choice.Trick yourself into happiness.Cultivate primordial confidence.Revel in... Continue Reading →
A while ago I was at a party when I saw a stranger’s lock screen from across the room. It was a picture of a man with a receding hairline wearing aviator glasses and sitting, slouching, in a red chair. I asked, though just to confirm what I already knew...
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Mist covers the ocean and beach.It's cold in the house. Empty daysfilled only by the needs of the dogwho stays on the bed as if she knowsthe woman will never return. Notyet trusting the man who let her go. Read More in Poetry
After Salvador Dali’s “Sueno causado par el vuelo de una Abeja”, 1944Dali’s goddess of fecundity floatsOn the rock of nudity like a pomegranateBursting open with lucent crimson seeds.She is dreaming of Bernini’s celestial elephant,Levitating between Dali’s earth and the cerulean skyOn the lithe arachnid legs of her own wishful memory.Now a bee buzzes inside the... Continue Reading →
Just after midnight, 2019, a metal object with roughly the size and proportions of a grand piano drifted by two enormous rocks fused together in space. It would take months for the images gathered by the satellite dish of the New Horizons probe to reach earth, four billion miles away...
