Musicians in Breughel’s “The Peasant Wedding”
One, shadow-faced, gazes at the food, mouthpiece fallen from his slice-of-life lips. Three silver charms dangle à la beads of sweat from his hat. It’s hot as a…
Streetside San Antonio
In the afternoons, a girl and a woman together below a crepe of pecan trees / corniced rises, the city like a box of mud around them / seething…
When the Rabbits Come
At night I think about my father— how he no longer tends all the plants in his garden. I wonder if in his blueprints he draws our…
Dermatillomania
No need for an appointment, crisis will erupt without you, another loud melancholy. Stop picking your skin, pulling hair. Your mother would say stop that you’ll leave…
Winter on Cape Cod
everyone i lived with is either dead or has since been reborn. on the cape sober houses flank summer homes. august women reek of moisture and diamonds. i know…