Altar to white Brown Greying skin Floating glass Swans Neon light In sacred water She The Bacall The strung out Audrey Leaving leopard skin Of bruises Lipstick marks He The Astaire The old blue eyes Them Faded green hair Guardian… Continue Reading
Vers Libre Night like a wedge and the wind’s teeth sinking in, fangs oozing sleep-inducing toxins, dreams infected by colours and odours of a mind in flux, of a body at rest. Night’s highway. Night beveling water, Orion tucked untidily… Continue Reading
A Neutral Knife A sheepdog was loose on the streets of Zürich. We climbed the clock tower of St. Peter’s church and saw it run by a fashion shoot near Münsterbrücke. The lake reflected the sun like an inverted clock… Continue Reading
1. This boat tied to the pier, finally alone, nods to sleep in the coming tide. Another boat, across the bank, asks a question through caresses, ripples, it’s only language dream, it’s only medium. 2. The hands of the… Continue Reading
Would take out postcards & show me where he’d been. Would take out road- maps to show me where he’s going. I went along for the ride. MARK YOUNG is the author of les échiquiers effrontés, a collection… Continue Reading
Brush Made from Baby Wolf Hair This is a traditional Chinese pen, an artifact Combining a wolf’s wildness with a baby’s Innocence. It is soft but strong enough to Write dark history in rice fields, or draw Black pictures on… Continue Reading
Edward Snowden watches the corner of his monitor and the opaque square in the top right flickers, a live stamp of inky blackness that reminds him of the ultrasound video —good god—of his sister’s…that cone of dark, the sudden milky… Continue Reading
My father was a white man who thought Mexican women were exotic He stapled a poster of Frida Kahlo above the marital bed the one in which she is bound in an instrument of torture and her boobs protrude beyond… Continue Reading
Stand over the abyss, look out, enter: good practice for later. Watching tired faces tilt this way and that, emergencies are announced. They are not happening to us. If nothing else, light deserves an ode. A crunching break of sun… Continue Reading
The convenience store clerk affects a sensualist butch persona but has very effeminate wrists and ankles so I started there, left plastic flowers on the counter when all backs were turned. Like a house under an existing expressway the rest… Continue Reading