A hundred years or less to run the wheels off this flesh suit. Wear it down to where there is nothing left. A hundred years of filling...

we ring and run plastic bags sagging on the steps a dung heap of lost sleep a ditched pile of not regret we fold fire and wedge it in...

thirsty. girl. drink drink from the well I’m keeping stocked be the pan that holds the egg plop and sizzle in my grip grief is the clean...

tip the glass and watch it spill fill the cracks with wet put pen to where the paper is grateful for a hand to hold you pen you’ve never...

inky eye in that expanse of sky i saw you looking as we danced I liked it blue blue dream in the hem of my coat grateful for a friend a...

Somehow Somehow I take in air unseeable something filling insides breath. why do we need you. what do the plants need? Something i forgot...

i touched moon a dense room on the inside of sky white light an afterlife ribs shook with all it took to say words so soft in my cheek...

she’s looking at me and I’m looking at a wormhole my eyes in her head flap-jawed a mouth a mind a runaway train i am the blood that made...

no thing could ever obliterate the house you built in me.

find me in the high Sierra way up in the icy air i’ll be the cowboy dirt in my scalp this dogged ride saddle thumping between my thighs...

tedious and brief says the sundial and i find myself watching shadows differently these days the way they slip tech tonic plates shifting...

her beard is greying this dog one day she will no longer kick me in my sleep. so I take her out tinsel in the bushes mirrors winking in...

we ring and run plastic bags sagging on the steps a dung heap of lost sleep a ditched pile of not regret we fold fire and wedge it in...

My father’s father - my grandfather - “Dandad”- my grandmother’s husband, my great grandfather’s son - “Bus”. He stands in the kitchen of...

FOR THE LONELY (Double Bass, Mid 18th century, Anonymous-Academia Museum, Musical Instrument Museum) she has outlived her maker. more...

never has a man with ribs of stone inhaled the world as David must. I would live inside one lung, a chamber dark and damp as a womb. I...

It will be 9 hours before I touch down in London. From there I will carry on to Frankfurt, and finally Florence, where I will be...

By Jennifer Parkhill Edited by Jenni Quilter Repairer On a single bed, seven bodies are arranged in a tangle. The scene looks more like a...

The first car smells of feet and the air doesn’t move. The next has air conditioning and smells like a hospital. I go in search of a...

The morning is misty and calm and we are the only people on the trail. Omri and I idle a while taking pictures. We listen to music and...