CREATION MYTH In this version, skin is a mask for Satan & corn tortillas are hostias of fire stacked on a rusted iron griddle.…
CONJURING I keep bowls. Beneath my bed. Full. Of honeyed milk & marigolds. Stir. Each with a cedar dagger. See. The heartwoods splinter. Beneath…
CASCABEL I’m shucking corn husks for grandchildren who are not my own. Today is the day I decide I never want to be a…
Fennel Butter Our new neighbor, Former military, ripped, Plowed into a righteous platter Of such Decadence last night, of charred artichokes And clams, bathed…
Morbier I forget the expression now, Guillaume, is it Morning-upon-Night?, that so richly describes that bifurcating, blue-gray vein of ash that divides last night’s…
Cherries Jubilee Now I can see with awful clarity what she wanted us to do when she set the flame to the ladle and…
39 Is that you again, standing next to me? Wearing last night’s dress, missing a button. Rolling through the city like some big lie…
56 She didn’t get it all, but she got most. What little there is now, is as salt, decreed to black the street, the…
On Sunday, bring your broken promises, the two of them, fragrant as tangolas, and lay them at our two and two tired feet, and…