There’s a joke that ends with — huh?
It’s the bomb saying here is your father.
Now here is your father inside
your lungs. Look how lighter
the earth is — afterward.
To even write father
is to carve a portion of the day
out of a bomb-bright page.
There’s enough light to drown in
but never enough to enter the bones
& stay. Don’t stay here, he said, my boy
broken by the name...
On the lee slope of the small coastal mountain
which conceals the sun the first hour after its rising,
in the dry, steep ravines, the live
mist of the heat is seething like dust
left over from an earlier world.
A crow with a swimmer's shoulders works
the air. And a little bird flies up into a
tree and closes its wings, like a blossom
folded up into a bud again.
In the distance is a very o...
Once upon a time in the quirky town of Whimsyville, there lived a young inventor named Oliver Widget. Oliver was known for his peculiar gadgets and gizmos that often left the townsfolk scratching their heads in bewilderment. One sunny afternoon, Oliver stumbled upon a mysterious antique pocket watch at the local flea market. Little did he know, this wasn't an ordinary timepiece.
As soon as Oliver...
