Monthly Archives: February 2011

Leaping Black Zeta won’t learn to sit. Feral, she slashes at cuffs and sleeves, merciless in her bold advances. Some day her rough tongue will lap my face with unabashed tenderness. Until then I will live on acorns in a … Continue reading →

All wiry bat ears fully grown at sixteen pounds she paws the wet clay.

What does this woman know that lights up the curves of her face that way, like piecrust right out of the oven, as if she just hit your best red-devil fastball clean out of the park before you even threw … Continue reading →

Scraping off our cars she tells me a dream about love with a long gestation period. No sooner are the windows clear than they ice up again. As my hood fringe whitens I launch into “Ramparts” in James Wright’s gravelly … Continue reading →