He was jailed for cruelty to insects, and his agent wasn’t answering the phone, so he stayed awake in the cell all night, pictures jumping around his head of the cops and the blowdryer they took as evidence. He used...
At evening autumn forests drone With deadly weapons, the golden plains And the blue lakes, above which somberly The sun rolls down. The night Embraces dying warriors, the wild laments Of their shattered mouths. But in the willow valley silently The outspilled blood collects, red clouds In which...
Every wife must apologize for not being her husband’s mother? But he will not forgive you. The absence of his mother's kiss is the scar of repeated wounding. He marries you too young, before he littered his seeds along the road. This is why he...
Mama birthed me, Papa sold me in the land of weeping willows Traces of sin trail miles across skin, I go by Never Forget My body’s evidence of daddy’s pestilence spread across the land
His sin traces my skin, a path never forgotten Nameless,...
John Cabot, out of Wilma, once a Wycliffe, all whitebluerose below his golden hair, wrapped richly in right linen and right wool, almost forgot his Jaguar and Lake Bluff; almost forgot Grandtully (which is The Best Thing That Ever Happened To Scotch); almost forgot the sculpture...
It was never in the planning, in the life we thought we’d live together, two fast women living cheek to cheek, still tasting the dog’s breath of boys in our testy new awakening. We were never the way they had it planned. Their wordless tongues we stole and tasted the...
He was a good boy making his way through the Santa Barbara pines, sighting the blast of fluff as he leveled the rifle, and the terrible singing began. He was ten years old, hunting my grandpa’s supper. He had dreamed of running, shouldering the rifle to town, selling it, and...
They ran out of cuffs, but with apologies for the inconvenience, they carefully wrapped barbed wire round the wrists of the political prisoners who, as if in a ritual stretched their arms out to the young masters.
The spikes strayed into the flesh still and the prisoners...
I have nothing to give you, but my anger And the filaments of my hatred reach across the border You, you have sold many and me to exile. Now shorn of precious minds, you rely only on What hands can grow to build your...
Darkness chained me to my tattered reed mat; The head of tyranny sprinkled The soot of ignorance in my eyes, and sleep Hammered my head with slogans, Then a nightmare stumbled on my sprawled life, Tripped on the alarm of my heart, And set me singing...
I won’t care if Trump is halfway into his third term. I won’t care if the world is half flood and half fire. I won’t care if my great-niece learns to talk about tigers the way I talk about the velociraptors from Jurassic Park. I...
Q. How do others sin against you? A. By cursing me—telling lies about me—or striking me. Q. What must you do to those who thus sin against you? A. I must forgive them. *
See, I learned my catechism well. Learned to offer my cloak and...
This carpetbagging, gentrifying Aryan mother’s son cut through our neighborhood buying houses. Called himself a community developer, clipped all the live edges and liberty neat and bound for himself and his posterity. Declaration of Independence just doing what it do. And he was pursuing...
Is prepare a lynching. It cannot intercept the man, woman, or child as they make their way home. It cannot drag them from that home, heels in the dirt, body contorting with fear. It cannot ...