Lidia’s Aurora dominates desire and the arts in Thrust, and is always moving away at light speed from any form of capture. Like the borealis she is evanescence itself, apparently, but something about her compels my loyalty and attention, good dominatrix that she is…
Read MoreIt’s true, you’ll find proud ridge lines of broad shoulders
can make you feel the same warmth
as the driest, full-bodied red wine…
Down to her last body, she asks a friend to wash her face,
hands soiled, eyes closed as salt
pours into her mouth, covers her head
I try to keep my eyes closed—to sink into my own body—but I can’t help looking at all the other bodies moving around me. The shapes and outlines bending, buckling, on the verge of bursting. My feet are bare, the floor is firm. Sweat drips from every inch of me—from every inch of us all…
Read MoreIn the sea near Galway a woman howls at the full moon. She howls with her mouth full of salt. Salt and blood and something deeper than language. Last week her father died. He died in a lawn chair under the moon on the other side of the world. Not a full moon but a waxing…
Read MoreI live in the same house where we lived together for sixteen years, although I’ve changed most of the furniture. He didn’t take his things, so I stuffed them into garbage bags and put them on his porch until my daughter told me that he was tossing them straight into the dumpster…
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