Blood-gushered mountainside a brass parapegma of noon glares behind: gore of hides. Beasts all slain. Shadeless midday. Specterless differentiation. Glad day zodiacs augur. Awl of insight; hunters' blades. Actaeon: and the spirits of motion. Actaeon uttering:...
was, according to Virgil, always a fickle, unstable thing. Woman. Wyf. Merger of wife and man. To indicate: not-girl. Not-yet-claimed, not-yet weeping. And aren’t they often weeping? The mother, tearing her hair out, running toward the battle lines, filling heaven...
Over Skype, I try to document my mother’s bald-shaved youth—she has a surplus in truths, and science has proven what it had to prove: every helicopter-screech I dreamed of was my mother’s first. Rippling my dumb hand, I wake up in childhood’s crypt, where prayer...
Over and back, the long waves crawl and track the sand with foam; night darkens and the sea takes on that desperate tone of dark that wives put on when all their love is done.
Over and back, the tangled thread falls slack, over and up and on; over and...
my mother tells me, and proceeds to elaborate at gruesome length. But don’t all gods and heroes get off to a rocky start? Young Theseus thrashed in his fish shack, Zeus sent abroad to avoid being lunch for his dad. I am twelve and obsessed with...
Hunger like her mama
Most strong in White gaze as in
a Cowbird’s flirtation
Sprouted in eyes to tongues
to bellies pregnant with stolen milk
to restless hands
These fingernails filled with Black body,
Someone tells me the earth and everything in it will belong to me if I catch the horizon before sundown. I sprint, kicking up dust all the while. It seems I run with everyone in the world standing on my kidneys, eating my head. What’s...
Geryon was a monster everything about him was red Put his snoutsnout This image, suggestive of an animal such as a boar, may allude to Geryon’s father, Chrysaor (Khrysaor), sometimes depicted as a winged boar. Chrysaor is the brother of...