Note To My Unborn Descendants

PUBLISHED IN ISSUE MAGAZINE, OCTOBER 2012 The stillnesses of my ancestors are in my blood: The sway of their humble trees their long walks on dirt roads sewing needles & fishing rods. One day, I too will be in your blood My concrete, my playlists, the air and disaster health of my whorehouse heart. It heaves…

Bone Memory

Not sure what’s with the top and tail of the video there, but this is a clip from the documentary Echo of The Elephants. Echo’s herd walks around and rediscovers elephant bones of someone close to Echo. Elephants have amazing memories, recognition, and the ability to weep. This already make them far more superior than…

Spine: a romantic poem about back pain

SPINE perhaps if I aligned mine just right, I could love you better. Your fingertips would appreciate a line of stars crackling under skin. I could slip by these storms like a gymnast fish, swiftly past offers of science or circus lights. These bones should only fit against yours in the dark. and baby, you…