let us now sing the cobalt bluesthat we may emerge from ourchronic circadian desynchronization,that we consider and wonder how it isthat every 2, every 7, every 9 weeks,our bodies obliterated and re-formed,regurgitated and re-born ofarchaic remnants of ancestors let us now wonderwhere but in the dark matter of space?where but in the collective conscience?where but …
She’s in a nursing home and I’m waiting for her to die. Every few months I get a phone call from them that always starts the same way, “I’m calling about your mother but don’t worry, she’s fine.” Better luck next time, I always think. Usually they just need permission for something like a change …
I got my first crown one month into the shut-in, shut-down, whatever you call it. The beginning of the time when nothing changed, when the before and after merged. I had been dutifully avoiding contact. No, I wasn’t. The social ramifications of the pandemic were my wet dream. terrified by the sound of the dentist’s …
the beginning is not the beginning, this is how it starts but this is not the beginning, the beginning was before, the beginning was before that time, that time was a new beginning, that time was a death and a rebirth, the beginning was the beginning, then there was death, a death, the death, followed …
Exactly what happened is not known. The details of the event are unknowable. There has never been an inquiry into the particulars of the event. The precise actions or inactions are not known. The actions are unknown. The inactions are unknown. Unknowable…
literal prose:we know how this endsdeath smiles every time they visitto datethey have been responsiveto our refusalto participate they usually comesin biker blackfaded leatherwhite pillsleather jeans oral reptiles:we know how this startedderivative sins it always goes the samewe might thinkthe frequency mightmake it easiermight make right but not we know they’re therein plain sightall we …
I am a sixty-one-year-old white male of English and Irish descent. I have a genetic disposition for acne, baldness and depression. I am taller than average and slender. Clothing rarely fits me well. I was lied to as a child and things were done to me that should never be done to another human being. …
“Design as Art” by Bruno Munari is as insufferable as it is inspiring. My experience as a graphic designer is long, not deep. I’ve been designing part-time for more than twenty years but sporadically and not to the degree that I could call myself more than a novice. I love doing it and have created …
I know that body size can be a factor that results in some yoga postures being challenging, if not impossible. I also know it’s possible to offer helpful advice, suggestions, and/or modifications, without bringing attention to someone’s body weight.
This is an ekphrastic poem about a sculpture by John Martini. in her previous lifeshe held up the roofof a high school gymnasium she misses the sneaker chirpsand the thap thap thapof bouncing orange ballsless than she enjoysbeing upright in the sunbearing only the weightof an imaginary fruit bowlon her upturned head with her sculptedmuscular …
I run into Mark in the Cap’n Kidd. I believe I have to die, I say to Mark. We’re drinking Bud long necks at the bar. We all have to die, Mark answers. Of course but that’s not what I mean. What do you mean? It feels like I have to die in order to …
Every time I imagine telling the story I start with you. It’s as obvious a place to start as it isn’t. You came into my life almost 30 years after it happened and only stayed a little while. I don’t remember your acquisition the duration of your time in my home nor your departure. Your …
the universe emergedfrom the gapbetween my scapulaeand follows meeveryam where I go a hovering entiretyabove behind my headwhirling devilishlyI shall never it see I took up yogatwisting asana (plural)and meditation (singular)with open eyesin the front of the mirror and yet stillI only sense the gapfrom which it escapedme Tags: meditation, memoir, scapulae, yoga
