Excerpt from Performing & Telling Your Life
ZOË is seated at a desk, off to the side of a projector screen set slightly behind her. On the desk is an open shoe box containing photographs, letters...
I told him,
Won’t be sailing anymore
This salty island put twelve hundred miles between me and my bikini—
Can’t relax on a painted metal dock
But ferries—we all love that...
Once you decide it counts
Put a box on the left
Place it somewhere convenient on the list
Under the proper heading
(That way, you know you’re alive)
Once you notice the box
Is...
Like feathers, swirling up in long, billowing wisps. It didn’t have to be like the real world’s grass. It didn’t even have to be green. I would feel it under my feet, curling up around my ankles,...
Each petal smolders with infamous complexion—
a passive bloom to injure witless gall
Rancor lies safe
beneath the velvet film,
in veins across its languid form
(frailty...
Published: November 4, 2010
Who wrote the villain?
With snatching claw and glinted eye
What beast makes short
The name?
One line draws the soul,
Or so cuts common crafter’s...
