fleeting

And I see her, the girl of my crutched dreams – La Gioconda smoking a pipe that’s not a pipe

When I lived in King’s Cross I used to lie on the bed and listen to my bones melting.

In a violent country across the Western Ocean lives and breeds a type of moth which feeds on the tears of large mammals.

my naked body on a massage table video camera in right hand panning across hair folicle eyebrows curved belly dark pubic wilderness

—for Cissy Mary Law Noodt, my grandmother In the year of the earth Snake, on a moist Hong Kong morning, I nosed through a black-lacquered [...]

Geraldine Illingworth saw the Buitoni Oven Roasted Butternut Squash Ravioli with brown butter sage sauce and said:

Imagine me as a child with a measuring tape borrowed from my mother’s sewing basket

Sometimes when I say “you” I mean “me.”

I don’t recall what was blaring from my brother’s stereo when I walked in on him

1. All men are candles. Their flames are their dreams. The sound of a lit matchstick dipped in water? That’s love.

there is no reason to panic until the dogs begin to lie on each other’s bellies & make love like humans.

Recovering from a plate of fried Prawns, the Author drifted into a hallucinatory Haze.