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Face (still life)

What’s the deal with your face, Dad? It seems abandoned. You are not dead, but your face: as if immersed in water. Your skin is colorless and molten — the eyes impossible to penetrate, buried behind a mask of high tension wires, subtle electric growl. You vent short gusts, like those from the bellows we use for the hearth: Your eyebrows crease together, lips drawn taut, nose expels air and silence. You slouch a little, look away. Your hair is impeccably coiffed.   "Face...

from “Third-Millennium Heart”

The will to have no openings, to avoid areas where humiliation and assault take place. In terms of the blood stream, not wanting infrastructure, it’s the same. Sun chariot and moon chariot wheel at the slightest external touch, transporting bright shiny humiliations within the corpus and abracadabra out into every screaming corner. I use expensive drops: anger’s sweat, tablet, pastille, ointment. Balm. Brew three bags for a pot of coma. With a rock I block the cave’s...

from “Poems 2014”

Let’s say I download something in the black night or let’s say I listen to Iron & Wine and get up slept 10 hours hazy and heavy from medicine. Haven’t heard the music in many years, but felt like it the green grass on the cover makes me think of childhood the mongoose hunting snakes in the wet grass the house on poles the palms surrounding our garden. Was at Aina and Oscar’s last night don’t remember how we ended up watching Rambo but it was...

from “Everything Shimmers”

  Then suddenly beech woods, all green behind the dozing eyes a deer leaps across the forest road scents of acid and moss and cheek against bark, sunrain between trunks, I'm home and hear the Baltic Sea crash against big rocks far away and I rest like a fairy or a witch in the sweet smells of the forest floor we can so easily forget what we are who we are that we are, but it takes only a little call to waken the sleepers, as now, in the forest, for LISTEN,...

Father My Unborn Son

I spill twenty liters of darkness and a childhood up against the wall A Stone-Age hand a paperback Koran Maybe I could have loved you if I was your father and not your son

Main Character

A Man. Here he is. He has height and breadth. And something in his eye. The man picks his eye. He picks at his eyelashes, eyelid. On the whole the man has face. It could be described. How should we describe the face. It’s round. Or it’s rectangular. It’s not triangular. And yet. It’s angular with soft bends. It’s round with markings. The man is in any case freshly shaven. His face is a baby’s bottom. And yet. Not. Here is the man. The man with a...

from “The Horse Eaters”

You can feel dejected, thwarted, dead, even as you walk about breathing soundly. You can sense that the bat back home is considerably larger than yourself. And were your fingers to get tangled in the culture-spider’s sticky web up in the corner, you’d no longer be able to tear yourself free, you’d just keep getting deeper and deeper entangled while the culture-spider waited patiently for you to be tender enough to devour. You feel dejected, your trumpeting...

A Car Trip

After Nikolaj slams the car door shut they realize that Tobias isn't in the car. “Damnit,” he says, and looks at Mie, who unbuckles her seatbelt and gets out. He watches her walk back to the house, he sees her fumble with the key. “When are we there?” Signe asks, and Little Brother begins to cry. Nikolaj turns and reaches down to grab the pacifier, but it scoots away underneath the front seat. “Give him the pacifier,” he says to Andreas, who is...

It Could be Grass

So now we've begun packing. I've carried empty cardboard boxes home from the supermarket. Erik would rather throw everything into black trash bags. To me that's being sloppy. There is no way to organize things in a trash bag; everything inside becomes a complete jumble when you move it around. Though of course Erik is right that it goes much quicker his way.We have two days to empty the house. On Saturday my brother-in-law will show up with a truck to drive us across the...
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