Why I have Her in Chains

She’s like sugar poured sweet into your veins, so enchanting, a mistress of the foliage… but don’t forget why I have her in chains. She’s like a proto-bird that remains above the sky, the ultra owl of the ledge. So like sugar poured sweet into your veins that she seems to sing your song inContinue reading “Why I have Her in Chains”

Johnny China on Farafor Island

When he first wrote to us from Faraway Island, he wrote, Just think in sentences, damn it. A pink postcard, rough serrated edges. The pinking shears again, dianthus pink, which prevents all unravelings. The fabric of the sentence is thus cut to match the fabric of the world: fabricated to be beside his all tooContinue reading “Johnny China on Farafor Island”