zinc words & images

  • April 23

    Long drives until you called to me “Look up at the green geometry of the roadside.” Beside us was the impetuous landing, the cardinal sin of history, mounded with earth. Zephyrs were slower, so my hair billowed, expanding weightless, weaving in and out like the dusky trails of a 4th of July sky. Directional messages…

  • April 13

    The shop was open and I stood in line waiting for my turn to be brave, to eat. First, darkly oiled vegetables and fifty years of history. Then, brining my palate in your cousin’s specious crumbs. Now, glycerin-lipped, consuming stolen spice and the arms of your queen. I return to you. Soft smell over still…