praise the miracle body: the odd
and undeniable mechanics of hand,
hundred-boned foot, perfect stretch
of tendon
praise the veins that river these wrists
praise the prolapsed valve in a heart
praise the scars marking a gall bladder absent
praise the rasp and rattle of functioning lungs
praise the pre-arthritic ache of elbows
and ankles
praise the lifeline sectioning a palm
praise the photographic pads of […]
Georgia. Billboards and red clay, fruit stands. Hotel soaps so slight in their geometrics they became phases of the moon before the shower ended. Hallway carpet I will never see again, hum of ice machine.
Virginia. We dug a big hole in the sand. So big that the children of strangers started appearing with shovels and […]
We’ve had a mild winter. We’re still in February, but I’m saying it loud and proud with my middle finger to the jinx–it’s been mild. No snowfall to temporarily paralyze routine of home to work and work to home. I’m more than happy about it. That being said, I’m starting to feel the deepening groove […]
Tonight’s Neuroscience lecture introduced me to the neural tube. The neural tube is the introduction of the central nervous system within the embryo. Eventually this groove in its surface will form the spinal cord and brain. Neural folds on either side of the groove are elevated until they meet to kiss the opening shut, creating […]
Successful hand transplants. Do the veins and nerves ask each other to dance? Do they tangle like tree roots, fire their guns into the other’s shins & lapse into tango for life?
My coat attracts snow flakes, stellar dendrites on my shoulders and sectored plates up the nose and on the lips as I walk […]
Your face,
a dagger smacking
back moonlight.
Grin made of molasses
spreading out the center.
It is here,
tucked in the lesser referenced corners
of rotating clock,
where every suspended disbelief drops,
lunar light finding your crooked tooth
to sparkle like diamond,
to render all crickets silent and blinded,
to disorient blades of grass left bent
in the imprint of your body.
Never you mind, paper plate sun,
yolk below […]
how all lungs in the room
flutter flatten ripple
with vibrations.