“It’s because you’re more Ha’ole than me,” Denton says and I tell him how that’s stupid, because we get the same Mom and Dad. He tells me to think about it but I have thought about it—if Mom is 50% Ha’ole, 50% Chinese, and Dad is mostly Hawaiian with some Filipino, Portuguese, Japanese and Samoan—we’re equally Ha’ole. So I… Continue reading The Night Job
Category: October 2022
winter walk
but fuck dude maybe there is something about warm winter jackets and soft winter snowfall and quiet footsteps in moss-riddled forest paths made by a thousand small boot-prints a criss-cross way cut through the brambles still the unruliness behind my eyes and quiet the storm of my mind. grinning smile-faces from fingers on windshields there’s nothing that is quite like walking and… Continue reading winter walk
Farmland
Welcome to your daily guided meditation. Today your goal is to relax. Situate yourself in a comfortable space. Take several deep breaths. Begin by wrapping your hands around her body, feeling the wings beat beneath your palms. Apply minimal pressure to keep her still. Not too much, not too little. Hold with the same firmness… Continue reading Farmland
que será será
is not fatalism is notto be ornot tobemean at the core of matterlike a corm in relationto a crocuspit to peachtree a seedin relation to the right conditional lots of germ i/nations fail to thrive resist the visible what will be will be aspirational microbial a missing gene a quarantine of least resistanceincubate in tubate… Continue reading que será será
Give Up
It’s only when you’re aroundthat I become my own nemesis:pendulous whispers in a darkenedhallway; dust settlingon the sideboard; two eyes glaringpetulant at the back of your head. Everything I say is a bird shot dead,the bird falling into a chasm, the shotechoing across the field and youfeeling me up in the back of a parked… Continue reading Give Up
Specter of a Stinger
We sat packed three in a rowback seat of the sky-blue Oldsmobile.My sister had always been olderbut felt impossibly so by thena class ring on a faux-gold necklace.She hadn’t told my parentsit was an engagement ring,emerald seated in gold,her boyfriend’s birthstone. He sat, hairy knuckles bare beside me.My father had me sit in the middlebetween… Continue reading Specter of a Stinger
Sometimes starving people begin to eat dirt
Sometimes starving people grow to love eating dirtSometimes people who are not starving also wishto eat dirt and they do and feel selfishbecause they are not starving and pick outthe zucchini in their salads and love to eat dirt And one day all the dirt eatersare on their backs and decide to leave earthBut the… Continue reading Sometimes starving people begin to eat dirt
sad horizon | печальный горизонт
We have nothing to say. The blood flows out of the walls as if it were wounds, wounds, eyes gouged out. There is this crowd outside, this dense, headless crowd. They eat without heads, they drink without heads, they dream without heads. The city stretches at the foot of the mountains, it is ugly, it… Continue reading sad horizon | печальный горизонт
Chewing On It
Emma made a face at the little, green leaf floating in her latte foam. The sweet smell wafting up from the cup made her stomach churn. She had made the drink herself with extra foam and a healthy sprinkle of cocoa powder on top, just the way she liked it. Emma tossed the garnish on… Continue reading Chewing On It
There is no sound to it
My mother is afraid to die in Frankton Indianabecause everyone will think she never left.She seems scared that anyone would think her attachedto anything. My mother would love to bea drifter or a mother and cannot conceive of both I told my mother once I was worried I had seen the futureIt was mundane and… Continue reading There is no sound to it
Cosmic Double 