Prescience The sky’s a graveyard full of ghosts and fossils. No one’s dared to bury barley; it hasn’t rained in thirty days. Neither almanac nor bible tells how to predict an ending. I thought I understood the lifespan of a star, but I was wrong: their deaths are expanding, infinite; I’m the thing inconsequential, impermanent. […]Read more "Prescience"
Understood There’s nothing to understand,you finally understand,awareness serving us watered-down drinks,perspicuity giving the masses a mouthful,contemplation another wordfor being asleep at the wheel.“Discernment of spirit,” you said aloud,strolling through unencumbered estates,whistling past a graveyard,your head firmly shoved into your hatand all about you the divine horroradding to the general confusionwith its bad science and inaccurate […]Read more "Understood"
We buried your grandfather’s body in a graveyard in old Virginia. I stood somber in a cheap black dress bought for the funeral, my eyes downcast, not belonging. In the nursing home we carried out boxes, and the elderly gathered like dry leaves, rustling, winter-haired. I wanted to sing to them, but instead I walked […]Read more "A Leaf Falls"