My Name Is Atlas |
"My name is Atlas," he says, "I created the world." His shoulders slump like grassy hills, his every orifice omits white snowy water. Glaciers and deserts pattern the flesh on his back, his knees gr...
Posted by on Fri, 05 Dec 2008 06:52:00 GMT |
I am, I follow |
Earthquake shaking hands and wristsBrace yourself against the walls to stop the tremorsOne two three screamOne two three pounceOne two three fleeBacking into cherry scented hallwaysSanded wood holding...
Posted by on Fri, 22 Aug 2008 08:46:00 GMT |
This Is One |
This is one for me and you apartSimply going slightly cross-eyedSneezing in the sunThis is one for me and you apartLifting wilting leaves from wilting flowersTuning out the on-off switchThis is one fo...
Posted by on Mon, 14 Jul 2008 07:29:00 GMT |
On Sunday Afternoon |
I trace the bruises on your arms and legs with purple magic marker to form faces and houses and stars. I use my thumb and forefinger to twist a lock of your hair that I will cut off and braid into a ...
Posted by on Wed, 04 Jun 2008 17:35:00 GMT |
Carnival |
She was all pinkLike a grapefruit sunsetAnd her toes wriggled from within cotton shoesShe told me"This is the rest of our lives, you and I.We are not meant to yearn for more."The grass shone Like East...
Posted by on Sun, 04 May 2008 02:35:00 GMT |
Peels |
On Sunday morning, he arrived at my doorstep with a wicker basket full of citrus fruit. We sat on his stained leather couch, picking apart each one, and placing the sections into our mouths one by on...
Posted by on Wed, 30 Apr 2008 20:45:00 GMT |
