4.17 Application for a New Driver’s License | Michael Ondaatje
Two birds loved in a flurry of red feathers like a burst cottonball, continuing while I drove over them. I Continue reading
Two birds loved in a flurry of red feathers like a burst cottonball, continuing while I drove over them. I Continue reading
The boys chatter Spanish from the bathroom while the principal listens from his stall The only word he recognizes is Continue reading
The day we went to the sea mothers in Madras were mining the Marina for missing children. Thatch flew in Continue reading
when my mother struggles to spell a word in English I want to break the entire language into little pieces Continue reading
All their fences All their prisons All their exercises All their agendas All their stanzas look alike All their metaphors Continue reading
It seems they have always been here these crows outside the window, whom I cannot see, but hear. It seems Continue reading
You are here. My whole life hopscotched above graveyards. Tall grass hissed through, ammunition sipped past poison or cocktail olives Continue reading
It could of course be silk. Fifty yards or so of the next closest thing to water to the touch, Continue reading