Inside the New Vegetarian restaurant there are New Vegetarians
congregating to sing the praises of five different kinds of pumpkin
Postcard unto a glint of lightspeed Little pinprick, little leaklight: so much dissipates in the wake; so much accumulates in a delay. A wink become a nova become just another patch of darkness. The wind was up a little today and I was watching a flake of mica vibrate, a loose tooth-filling aching to free […]
Were they true,
The words the field said to me
The summer before you moved away
we played baseball til the lights came on
She is a wise old woman
with precise hands.
I ordered a Guinness and thought of you,
on the deck of The Inn at Jim Thorpe.
One whiff of an open pack of baseball cards and I was hooked,
never to return to punks, pixie sticks and sen-sen. Mantle, Mays, God
In writing the piece, I wanted to show variable manifestations of manic rage, and to blur the lines between the I, we, and she, so that landing on the mother-daughter relationship would be amplified.