Poetry
internet youkali
Fingers hovering like humming birds over the keys. / / lost@4ever.yk / / A thrum of hesitation as each letter is pecked out / from a starling-rush of platitudes. /...
you tell me your happiest childhood memory
In a house without a toybox, / everything felt like something. / Your mother’s tweezers, / a plastic fork, / the lens from a broken pair of glasses. / / You...
the word for rain
Saturday morning, the air smelled of sticky rice, / glutinous to the skin, steaming me slowly. By noon, / the sky crackled like paper, folded into animal shapes. / Then, two days...
weather
Holding a spade in moonlight behind the café / where we ate lunch this afternoon. / Silver. Silver garbage cans and clotheslines and fences. / Air itself radioactive, cold. / What is...
the nectarine room
Branches like fingers trace dark patterns / across the bright walls of that room, / I wonder at their boldness, sheer guts / the old woman appearing at the window, / her...
from a height
What vantage but depth? Barefoot, / You took your place at the balcony edge / and looked out: the dewed city slept; / no cars crept on streets, no pedestrians / walked....
the good life
The skinny slick of fame dries up: a relief, a betrayal that’s welcome. / Head to the valley and sit by the fall of the stream getting over itself. / The other...
report on mummified remains
As the organ conceived of as residence of the soul, the one the undertakers / undertook to keep ready and whole, a lantern easily available to light, the / presence of a...
camera-eye archives
1. / Memory 921,849: Tommy the blind guy / / I never knew how he got our telephone number / Or how he shot a perfect game of pool / On...