Colcha de retalhos em nanzuque azul de natiê pra mode de amar. A moça deita refestelada. A faca amolada na pedra descansa sobre o jirau e os pargos no samburá aguardando os lanhos. Enquanto acompanha com olhos flutuantes algumas formigas de réiva espera quem lhe roube o cabelo desfeito o tecido, cheirando […]
Homem consertando rede agulha na mão rede pendurada no prego. Homem consertando rede pensa na importância do remendo imagina que tipo de peixe fugiria por aquele buraco. Homem consertando rede conserta seu mundo. Homem sério enche a agulha com linha vermelha com total habilidade espanta o borrachudo cospe o náilon mascado dá palpites […]
I stand with the boy with the twisted body while the smoke from his cigarette signs its slow signature. He leans on his cane and the cane shakes. It is late afternoon, almost dark. We are day patients and soon will go home. The boy says, I got into some trouble in Texas, which […]
Alone in my bedroom, I sob, and the wardrobe steps forward, like a coffin-mother, to embrace me. Later, standing at the back door, a coyote crosses my vision on a wave of snow. This is intimacy: once, in a supermarket, you slid up behind me, covered my eyes, and said, guess who? […]
Mother tried to take her life. The icicles thawed. The house, a wet coat we couldn’t put back on. Still, the garden quickened, the fields were firm. Birds flew from the woods’ fingertips. Among the petals and sticks and browning fruit, we sat in the grass and bickered, chained daisies, prayed. All that […]
Alone, which has grown to mean without you, I sweat in our old bed. In the bay, the storm’s orchestra tunes. Thunder, and my next expression is one of yours. As if in need of something lost, wind tears through the garden. It checks all my blooms. Rain […]
I can’t see all of any horse at once. They weave through twilight, in and out of sight, as the sky drains of color, enters dusk. The barn’s a bloodstain on an ivory dress, lost in the skirt, a spiraling red kite. I can’t see all of any horse at once. Between us […]
So it came together, coincided: weakness after illness, the calm of gentle weather after a week of rain, after symptoms of autumn, after wind and roving liquid tons of dark-grey moisture overhead. With tenderness I note how the golden light of sun sifts through the heavens’ thinning greyness, and with the change of tone […]