At its beginning, every life goes through a phase in which a mild two-person illusion defines the world. —Peter Sloterdijk You don’t see watermelons with seeds so much anymore. But of course, once upon a time, we thought that was how watermelons were reproduced. We even thought, the more seeds the sweeter the juice. MyContinue reading “Asylum”
Unto Adam also and to his wife did the Lord God make coats of skin, and clothed them. —Genesis 3:21 It’s not that the garden was empty this evening.The rabbits still played among the fallen apples,the bees still put honey in their honeycomb, and the flowers continued to hiss and sway like snakes.It was justContinue reading “This Eve, Only Once”
Infringement précis— the eggs that I leave behind will not fly away.
Without noticing how the moon’s well-defined craters had turned transparent, each larva prepares to leave its shallow abscess, itself a home for both the dawn’s wet rust and the emerging worm that might become either a pilgrim or a penitent. To know the difference was to live beyond the great bell itself— so soft, onlyContinue reading “To the Level Sown”
The Lord Squire among the bags and books and book bags beckons and bows. The trees fill with threes— three birds, three bees, three bones, everything in threes— except for the scones. And they come once a fortnight— so stale and dry and too hard to eat— it is as if they were poems.
The ships shift, almost collide. One salutes. The other abides in the evening dusk. It seems a certain Captain Pigeon has been piped aboard the Nanny G—only to strut and chuck with an infinite pomposity atop the masts. An admiralty of feathers. Poop on the poop deck. Now, think of this foolery in clear simpleContinue reading “Bedtime for Bert and Annie”