TMLYMI v6
The Mommy Sutra
My mother’s element, my mommy’s being, my mum’s poem was garden. She was a couple of port wine magnolia mulched and fed and reliable with enameled green leaves and swooning blossoms come spring. She was a bed of mignonette lettuce, …
NDIS Access Request Form 2022
It’s paperwork for dinner. An exercise list on the fridge settles next to the electricity bill, by postcards with cracks in their corners. I need to buy vegetables. Wires settle. Knee and wrist, my body heavy next to the electricity …
Incantation for Revolt
shape/shift/ shift/shape/ shit/shape/s tir/shit/shit/ stir/shift/sh ape/strike!/s trike!/strike!
alienations
i get up perform my alienations the city more like a carbolic pit. more like the ruling of rackets appointments, errands, bills, emails, and witnessings contiguous not sure what to do with myself today guess i’ll go to the street …
Sidereal Period
It’s March. There’s sunlight again, which has come to consider us. It’s not as if I wished for it. There are whole days without volition. Nothing is too tall in Washington D.C., no buildings want me to look at them. …
some sort of silence
have you ever grieved for yourself? for your inevitable end? or does panic set in i’m ok dad is in hospital again mum by his side i’m ok with feeling lonely again i feel my loneliest when sitting in grief …
Pentridge Prison Dreaming
I house sat once, for a friend. Who lived inside a prison-pen, Pentridge Prison, the crook’s bluestone fear, Now a label on an artisanal beer. Deathly quiet in the afternoon, Sparrow chirp ricochets a quiet tune. The poor blakfellas once …
lessons
learn sleep learn breath learn yellow learn yoshi learn patience learn winding learn keyboard shortcuts learn flower names learn quiet learn talk learn language learn circles learn shadows learn withdrawal learn preservation learn nothing learn time learn echo learn loam …
Repatriate
This morning the moon and her hands were dry as sea-glass she held them firm over my mouth and it was a kind of muzzle in the kind of rain that knows your postcode that smells how the piano smells …
In the Snows of My Twenty Fifth Year
Took a walk down 75th street & suddenly I wanted to buy pizza. For heat & something to push my tongue through. I was thinking of you while the sun was thinking of how the trees remain despite themselves. I …
HORSE POLO TONGUE SWALLOW
You love horses and I love you. Every time you see a horse on a screen you gasp. I’ve never seen you see a horse in real life but I have seen you see me, ☺. If I were a …
painkillers
brow sitting tight on me in bed my body tightened our anatomy both altered since march you didn’t need much I forgot mostly to make sounds I think we could have cried together I could have offered that free of …
New York City
Living with my wife in Queens, we watched news and I tried to fail at prose, as I was taught, until something better gripped my trembling hands. The faces of my MFA peers were framed in sorrow. We had Friday …
Pissaro’s Flowers
Do you know what I was thinking about the other day? I was thinking about Pissaro’s flowers and, as always, about Monet’s rivers. There’s going to be an impressionist exhibit at the National Gallery in the middle of the year …
My Kathy Acker
(Corymbia citriodora) I’m by the Lake reading Jackie Wang’s grieving turn away from another body of water when I cross the bridge turn away from this collection of spent vessels still coursing while a black swan aerates its middle down …
