Notes on Dormancy
(The Top-Ten Fears of the Born-Again Virgin)
2 April 2010
Vol. 10, No. 1
poetry, prose poem
1) Darkness (So lately I have these visions — the sky at a hover by the off-ramp, steam percolating off the half-thawed river like something vaguely of the body, threaded with frost, hibernatory and beating)
2) Hair Loss (and so all she wants is a cold one and maybe a booth with a view of the local scene but then there's this strung-out looking, mullet-headed guy out of nowhere and suddenly she's in this white van, okay, it's like something straight of out "Silence of the Lambs" and the lack of light is already making her skin do weird things, breaking out like crazy…)
3) Tenderness (the way the body reveals its single, herbaceous intent)
the shadows of passing birds
30 March 2010
Vol. 10, No. 1
poetry
but why for the life of it the singing, why the lust-fed hands
like a pair of burning tongs, the table lacquered in moonlight,
why the moonlight, inky and desolate, why the lollygagging
in the snack aisle, the lying awake in the room beneath the all-night
fisticuffs of rain, why if not for the life of it the body, shaken but not
apterous, not ruined but ruminant, a dissonance, a fog, a humming…
