Monthly Archives: August 2012
Is this the house that my father bought, on credit, from the First National Bank of Boston (which begat Bank of Boston, who seduced BayBank, and begat BankBoston, who then was raped by Fleet, who had also taken Shawmut, and … Continue reading
When she saw the shelf, Baubles and rivaling books Sharing space with dust and staff notes, Aeneas yielding to Winnie Pooh, She grabbed the boy she’d grabbed from space. From that place. Her stand, her stance, a drive and in … Continue reading
What was it she said, when the black rains came down? “That all the flowers are wilted, dead and the factory wears a conqueror’s crown.” Now she lives in dry deserts where cacti blossom, and nothing hurts.
On the porch, where the air won’t move. Wet, heavy, a thickness one must swim through. I turned to you, slowly, so nearly dead, the water the air blurring you. “Are you a barrelfish?” Atmospheric perturbations x-raying the best of … Continue reading