by introverse Zeus, the unbearably human god that he is,decides to shake the apartment this afternoon. i’m tucked inside the covers as he burns the skywith rage, in search of his least favorite daughter. as above—stone pillars pulverized and clouds in disarray,so below—a line of trees catching fire, mortals stranded…
by Chanchal Kumar Sometimes, everything begins to fascinate me:The slow passage of nightacross the sky, the blur of traffic,the snare of my smartphone. What I want is a way out of presentness. I want to leave & hope to keep going—tho I don’t know if I want to get out of bedto do that.
by DeWitt Clinton What can we do, this late in life?Peeling a grape isn’t quite so charming,Even writing about peeling a grape,Well, it’s not the same as back then.But there’s so much back then, and ifWe do go back, we’ll likely make it allUp, as who still remembers the beach,The…