Belly List

Sucking on garlic buttery snails, after shooting a Bandersnatch on Crete, drinking a cup of French Alps chestnut-colored wine. We had just jumped from a small airplane, freefalling in a creeping phlox sky losing petals over the hot green valley evening, landing somewhere in France or Italy – we weren’t sure our exact location. We…

Lust for Like

Just as we might ask a critic not to call not good a work for not being what it is not intended to be, we might remember expecting a like from any particular audience predisposed to dislike the chosen form doomed to deletion. We often think others think like we do, but they probably don’t….

How to Relax

no point in pointing to the past each momentum passes upon coming in the space between arriving & leaving you learn to breathe to breathe is to fall loose into mattresses of surf full of air bubbles drift to shore with the slow tide as light as moon go in the sky and on the…

Two Open Places

I will write you a flower every morning to read with your coffee a bright yellow squirt the coffee oily blue green bubbles on top You sleep with a cat whose soft purr gives you pleasure all the joy of color impressions for the day You are soft like warm butter barely melting down a…

Love is an Idiocy

I talk about Elif Batuman’s novel “The Idiot” at Berfrois. Seesaw on over and see Selin fall from the top of the seesaw?

The Decoy of Art

A duck hears a quack that sounds a bit out of whack and decides to hide in the reeds. The duck call recedes. Later, a duck decoy floats by, and our duck hears that queer cracker again, now from the far side of the pond. The prattle, it skiffs across the smooth water, sounds not…