Who among us hasn’t wanted to kill the sweetest thing?
As a boy, Nathaniel careened around the yard, drooling, braying, fist in his mouth, always running; the family duck always chasing him, always watching him. When it caught him, its beady black eyes bright, it puffed up, rocked its head like a pendulum on its spindle of a neck, honked, pecked him in the chest. […]
prosody + bibliomancy landing at Cendrars = I. why not cut through a rabble with rutting eyes and hands (would he like this?) the man wants to worship the worship of your mouth and his member, II. and i his rhythmic locution— to wake up a prosodic unit and inhale and exhale first slow, then […]
You’re pulled out of your eyes through a shredder of venetian blinds. Your breath, cold and disrobed, wanders from your throat out to the red barn where embers it remembers fell back in their birch-tinder beds. Are you waiting for dawn songs and drums? Morning to slink across the yard in her fragrance of stale […]