Poetry
fog
it’s something lovely, / sucking / / a web. / / I’ve forgotten how / to do this, / / waiting. / / asterisking the thick grey /...
glamour
c.d. wright & mark cox / / heraldic, subjective. / / (grammar’s / etymological daughter). / / cock-kingdom-come-crow. / / matter got up in / a costume of...
iris versicolour
Alive but standing still, / Iris stood against a patch of marigolds / (her complements in yellow), / / and I just happened to have a knife / and a jar...
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....