Natural History

The night my father died I went to the museum to seeThe Whale.You know the museum? You must know The Whale. Its facsimile hoverssuspended byinvisible strings. It wasmy father‘s favorite.The museum.The Whale.I hate that museum.I hate The Whale. Dizzy, suspended...

on temptation

it’s not the willow pattern platebehind cold museum glassit’s not your brother’s birthday cakewhite frosted on the pantry shelfit’s the diaphragmpulling in smoke from the ruined hallit’s the handclasped round metal five hundred volts...

mainstay

cast off your past like so much dry skincome down with me to the waterloose those knots which bind you to your old painthe empty cupthe mast at your backlet me be the harbour for your second chancesfind them herein the seaweedon the rocks Katy Naylor is an office...

mood gambles

At the mind’s casinoSlots spin to soothe and then to stirThings up, high as jackpot dreamsPull the lever again, againMore more moreMental payout poursCoins for corner storesChoose candy or wineNot the toilet right behindThe bowl fills, the bowl spillsWater out from...