Poetry
untethered
is it my blood that makes me wander? / the diaspora of my soul scattered / over many lands / the bones of my ancestors / how they pull...
The day dawns on and undoes us
The wet sand and sweat that mortared / our hands since dusk scorched / and mouldered to dust. Still / / sunlight can’t unlight / a candle once lit— it / ...
Gimli/Kanada
Og Brett, 3ju kynslóðar / Icelander, 6 ½ fet, 250 lbs / (höfuðið samsvarandi / tjúguskegg (rauðlitt) / undan fornmanninum / ESK / var sá fyrsti (Br.) sem ég / ræddi við...
Blue Spruce
It stands up / for wildness / in the face of the civil / lies told by the humming wires / overhead in the back alley / / It stands /...
Wreckage
When Grimsvötn’s eruption wiped / out a steel bridge, floodwater bending / the massive beams like origami, / / the rusted surface resembled a plane’s / wing cut deep into the...
Yes, ‘I’m Happy’
I went looking for someplace to hide / the ocean. Selfish girl. / Trying to shut my eyes in a wave. / Line all the walls with water. / / The...
Made in Bangladesh
How to suck blood from this blood-sucked / image? A garment worker’s needle is suturing / the scene: she sews a thousand polyester hearts / while her Singer croons, a schoolgirl breasts ...
Help Wanted
Something is leaking / under the sink, unlocated / but gradually turning / the cardboard box / full of Tupperware / to pulp and the damp / smell of basements. The fridge,...
Half
I am all that is wrong with the Old World, / and half of what troubles the New. / / I have not seen Spain or the Philippines, / Holland or...