The Triangle Offense :::   The offense requires wide spacing: Slave ships: Slave ships: 14- hour workday for sewing machine operators: $2 wage a day: Cuts and screens: Garment…

  I’d just had my cards read—but I don’t believe that shit, so when the tower turned up in the middle with the little picture of you and me upside…

  Along the coast, we lit tobacco fields.   We followed a pack of bulldogs.   Our private moments, of praying for each other’s bodies,   were sought behind billowing…

  --after Frida Kahlo   Have you seen my painting?   2 x 8 meters, disappeared, passed through the walls in Warsaw. I suspect it has been exiled to a…

  Yes, it feels like winter, but it isn’t winter. Ice lines the banks, but the river still needs damming, still needs something beside the air to slow it down.…

  TV1 has a blonde actress who must be eighteen years old or is pretending in a music video to play that crestfallen age, that rhetorical-middle-finger-to-the-rhetorical-Man age, but   the…

    Cheaper to keep her than to delete her   who saves a marriage of true minds   under the sun streaming data unsupervised   by the Monopolated Light…

  My daughters will give me Hail Columbia, that’s what I told the nurse, says the old lady to her son, as she holds up her slightly trembling right hand,…

  One day we decided the boy and girl children in each doll family had been so bad they must be punished publicly, and at length. We led them to…

-after Frida Kahlo   Have you seen my painting?   2 x 8 meters, disappeared, passed through the walls in Warsaw. I suspect it has been exiled to a Soviet…

  pour down like rain on the roof tiles of a house on the outskirts of the city we once lived in before the war dispersed our possessions to the…

  I’m walking in your shoes, the black boots trimmed in fur, found in your closet, price tag dangling, the evening of the day we buried you.   I was…