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Domesticated

Domesticated

“Frankly, I’m concerned for my daughter’s safety. Monty explained about the teeth and the nails but how docile is he? He’s already grabbed my daughter’s arm.”

The Moth Spectacular

The Moth Spectacular

“Look, Aunt Adele” —/ Then opens her own pocket universe / as she carefully parts puckered thumbs / to push another one inside. / “It’s a secret,” she says, laughing, / tinkling sweet as the Little Prince, / while all our hearts sing the bottom notes.

churning of milky oceans

churning of milky oceans

when an ocean is green, there / is much left to be done / oil to extract, lather on bodies / & skin desiccated by the harsh / grasp of saltwater crystals / drenched in heated milk

Threads of Honor

Threads of Honor

Yet when I was five, you boarded a plane / and I went to bed every night / your name on my lips / a prayer / as if I was less afraid of you dying outside my control / than of simply forgetting / you existed.

nakajiru

you forget how your father’s finger looks like always hidden behind the sanshin chimi, black pick that engulfs the nail to the first joint, curved and hard uncannily like gnarly claws of an oversized raven you remember after his fifth song and fourth mug of beer his...

New Spring

The wyrm always looked like a bird from far away, but a bird doesn't turn its long neck and writhe in mid- air to arrow toward its prey, doesn't gut a man with one stroke of a single sword-sized talon. Early in spring something made it rise from behind impassable...

YUAN: the Origin of a Family Name

Y:      You are haunted by ‘Y’, not because it’s the first letter in your Family name, but because it’s like a horn, which the water buffalo in your Native village uses to fight against injustice or, because it’s like a twig Where a crow can come down to perch, a...

Tigerflies or The City of the Night

Tigerflies or The City of the Night

Harvest Moon; the leaves are turning and the tigerflies are hatching. They will live until the Cold Moon, then die again, rise again when another summer's passed. Mother used to say that the tigerflies are the only thing in the world that is like us. And now she is...