Eel shed in the sea in deep salt water adrift on the current cellophane seafarer find your mother's shore glass-bodied wave wanderer navigate by star, by luck by taste of sweet water wet grass at night, eel road glimmer silver the bank, the waterfall, the lip gill and ripple further fish-snake, muscle-sheen witch-queen chimera kitten-mouth, needle-jaw …
NaPoWriMo 09 – day 9
You could drown You could drown. You could tumble into lukewarm, greasy water, and hit your head on a frying pan and drown. Or keep slipping over when you try to stand up and back climb out. Or scrabble madly, like a spider in the bathtub when the family is away – no flies for you …
NaPoWriMo 09 – day 7
Raising the Admiral Frankly, I blame the goldfish, but who else could man a fleet so far from sea? Apart from me? It came to nothing. No, to less than less than that. The Iowans were waiting, and now Nebraska’s burning. Oh farewell, farewell, the endless fields of corn, where I dreamed of ships and …
NaPoWriMo 09 – day 6
untitled Setting sun, this shadow-gathered dusk in her eyes – she who taught me to read is lost. Long night after night, the words seep into pages, become river-mist, dissolve away by dawn. A broken cloud, her mind become a tangled skein of thought and blindness. She calls me by my mother’s name, asks the …
NaPoWriMo 09 – day 5
Yes. Not a good weekend. Kindest regards I have noticed that you say you mean no harm quite often. That you drop your eyes and voice, and offer up your open palms. I’ve watched sincerity climb out and seat itself there, purring like a cat. I am aware you say you mean no disrespect …
A Dark Feathered Art 