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reverse birth

i killed my first patient. she was young, dressed by light, poked by the first grey hairs that waved like the slippery sign of spring crushing the ice of an ancient lake. she wore a warm orange sweater. her nails were painted blue. and she was going to die. i greeted her, took her history. she smiled throughout. said … Continue reading

a conversation

Dear you, Yesterday it was our anniversary. This morning we spoke on the phone. There is a mess of you everywhere inside of me. With striking clarity I remember the fireworks that blew up the sky above us, the sky that for at least that night, that moment belonged to us – only us. But … Continue reading

the phone dies after

you must’ve known that there was a moment straddling laughter breathing in sunlight absorbing the cut grass of bugs and air where you were playing with your neighbourhood friends for the last time   you maybe realized it when you were summed at 44 reigning in a lawn mower picking at your now ruined pants … Continue reading

the ingredient to life

i dreamed you alive, eating, slobbering and sitting there having albert einstein write a poem about your smarts. he started shaky, erased. nearly left. his hair fell on the table. he asked what of your lover? i laughed, your mouth was wide open too. he shook his head, knowing we didn’t understand. listen listen, he … Continue reading

Fall, then Winter

I am thirteen and the winter is too warm and Francesco is dead. The room is a bland salmon pink, the kind that doesn’t distract or lend much to decoration. Pictures pasted on the walls of rainbows and dogs and what we want to be when we want to be smell of sun and staleness. … Continue reading

livingston

i have thought of that dead writer one last time. i spoke to her softly, told her that her book has been read once more. not often or quickly. but during a summer long ago on a beach. the sun was right. the water was warm. and some of the parts were good even if … Continue reading

mammals

Iz dolphin. He comes out of the water, gushing and panting without pants. Nearly naked, maybe, with speedo snug and chest hair booming and my father, the dolphin. Iz dolphin. Favourite swim. And he does swim, back and forth, sometimes underwater, head not raising, breath not evident save for the ripples following him slowly, never … Continue reading

Silence

The following was published in Incite, December 2013, during their time theme. It’s loud nonsense. * “Shouldn’t we be dead?” “Maybe we already are?” “I don’t think so.” “What do you mean?” “Well, I mean, I’m here, wherever that may be, and you’re there, wherever that may be.” “You sound so far away, though.” “So do … Continue reading

The story

Okay, so here’s the story. A man is travelling. He’s a merchant. Moves here. Sells there. Moves somewhere else. Has a family that he’s supporting. Wife and kids. Usual stuff. Takes on an arduous life for them. Migrating and not seeing them and getting money only to send it back, which lets him send more … Continue reading

Growing an apple orchard in Eden

In the beginning, there was a boy and a grandmother and they were sitting together in a nearly empty room. Wooden chairs gobbled up little of the free space. Dusty curtains vacuumed out the sun. The boy was wedged on a sofa. Patches of the cushion tickled his leg. Newspaper crinkled under his butt. Each time … Continue reading