Gabriel Curtin



Blue Russet

It was my week of smelling beautifully. Oil of orange, cream of parsley. Delicate mist from clouded glass. It was my week of taking my perfumed neck and anointed cheeks out into sun where covens of wing’d opals erupted into …

Posted in 117: NO THEME 14 | Tagged

Birthday Poem

Everyone said twenty was too many chillies for one recipe. I insisted, fondle them now through the polyester tote: dangerous and shiny a jumble of soft, wonky bullets. I have decided chillies are where I will find beauty today. Beauty …

Posted in 109: NO THEME 12 | Tagged

Oranges

Oranges were charged this morning. Last night I read a famous poem about oranges and this morning you shrugged a cluster of them over your shoulder as if they were a sack of gifts or coal burning through their netted …

Posted in 105: NO THEME 11 | Tagged