Prose

Sept. 2018 ZMH Words. Letters of universal power, in Hebrew that is–the building blocks of creation, the Aleph Beit. But English, a bit dead, a bit contrived, ruined by too much use in situations without meaning, worse yet, where words are used as tools of deception. Then words smother the soul, ruin us like rotted […]

Their voices like birds a melodic twitter that would die down to silence then to suddenly swoon in loud calls someone’s name a history would puncturate space and for a moment song would stop for story Their dresses like the wind when it sweeps under the boughs of willows hid any weeping the wind embalmed […]

I love Autum because the half dressed trees are radiant. The way one imagines an older fat woman is, who is content in her skin and how she has used her body. Honored it in the using of it. Something lovely in her bones, which are concealed, and in her eyes. Seasons of fall and […]

the wearing on the outside of the right shoe’s sole made clear he had pain when he sat one wondered if it was from his job or some child hood fall from a tree or a bike or a deeper wound of abuse and the other foot whose toe evidenced scuff marks a kind of […]

Babies touch the hem of God, each facial relief a permanent etching of light in a dark universe illuminating. Eons of whispers, gently breathing, exhalations as sweet as lillac in bloom. What form so demure that even to think harshly of them beckons angels for absolution. Baby, my child, what heavenly architect should on each […]

When younger, unrequited love compelled the heart and strained the throat. A salt water harbor. There the crashing waves keeping tempo–a melody set against the moon of prayers filling round — fate’s dancers in gloss and silvery web, walking on water in an arc. But when the pull of love goes out, her costumery become […]

the wetness of the air was made obnoxious by the fact that stale pipe smoke clung to it like a vine that is merciless in its steady devouring under the veil of its greenery unmerciful killing occurring under the guise of life the smell of the street’s garbage left from a few days living rotten […]

It was late but not for eternity to scratch its name across their bodies. Not too late for wet dew of love gently misting perfumes and body caldorns leaving scars to find them – to tattoe them with imagery of where the seas return to the caves where deep wtaers and hallowed chambers sing where […]

It was the light that held a suspended note an echo from one range to another in between universes like the pitch between sleep and falling in space steep with a cushion how one imagines weightlessness the echo was melodic first a chord that hearkened sounds of apple orchards being picked and baskets being hauled […]

the field held a silent note suspended as though by eons which carried was impregnated with the message of divine things whether by whisper, by touch or delight of laugh released showering as though a star fall they fell to earth landing at each other’s finger tips it was more than the flesh brighter than […]