It was the before-times,as we like to say.Before the return of the drought.Before losspiled on lossafter loss. The late afternoon shone goldenthrough my dusty windshield.My teeth vibratedwith the boomof someone else’s musicas I waited for the lightto change. And then ...
“Ivan Albright’s ‘Into the World there Came a Soul Called Ida,’ Art Institute Chicago by jennifer yin is licensed under CC BY-NC 2.0 (Ivan Albright, 1929-30) It is strange becoming your mother watching the pills line upstalwart soldiers...
Photo by Tang Yan Song / Shutterstock.com I imagine you back at home, keepingthe iPad tucked by your side, waitingfor the flip to green to show that I’m online. Even thoughI should be sleeping and I know you’ve done the time change calculation and imagined a clock...
Photo by ibrar.kunri / Shutterstock.com This is where it was leading to: this quiet sunset sky, this beech & the bench underneath. Funny how you held my hand at the time of leaving it. Funny how I let you. All our favorite restaurants have discontinued. So much of...
Photo by ibrar.kunri / Shutterstock.com “lord, i worry / that love is violence.” —Jose Olivarez Love shows itself again while I’m in traffic. Words like خم & زلف& سنبلare not only beautiful again,but near. I can actually...
Photo by Alexanderphoto7 / Shutterstock.com quantum of pepper in a Bloody Mary so perfectequates tipsy to happyrolling down my throatin jeeps of pinwheel candyseducing stomachyou Sir be a fine mess belly blushing a baby’s pinkmy frame a door to seaweed pleasure to...
