the iron gate creaks in the dark dawn breeze and I hear, ‘Ma is nowhere. Daddy, ma is nowhere.’
The Day Before, The Morning After; A Division with a Remainder; A Shape of Water; Flight
Beklemmt
Mama never told me how to do anything. She modeled. She said if I was anything like her, I didn’t need anyone to tell me what to do, because when that happened with her—and people were always telling her what to do—she did the opposite.
My Brother, Resting
April 7th, 12:10 am.
Danube
Soon the water is at your throat. Now the cool of the water has replaced the warmth of the summer day. A few more steps and you are under. But you can breathe. There is no fear within you as you walk forward and leave behind the steps of the rampart and eventually feel your feet sink into the mud. You can see the waters flowing all around you, and you are able to see what the river brought with it over the centuries. You see barges of grapes from upstream, heading south where they will be churned into wine. You see grain from northern Europe, passing through Hungary, headed for parts south, for larger ships awaiting cargo in the Black Sea.
Mississippi 8 & 1
11:56 pm and the concrete felt like a griddle. The sweat on June’s feet hissed steam against the broken rock, not that you could’ve heard it over the racket coming out of the river bottom down the way. Crickets and frogs, mostly. Full moon shining like a streetlamp - only light out there, shone the stars out.
The Storm; Active Heart Failure; The Man Who Does Not Sleep; Crickets; Cyclone
listening to the storm outside, the storm inside
all heavy and unrelenting
and not a damn thing to do about it