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Release small geckos in your home and aviary. Provide dishes of water for them to drink. They will sleep out of sight during the daylight, And awaken in the late evening to feast upon the roaches. There is so much that could go wrong. ... Continue Reading

Posted: July 2nd, 2007

cydril video chatted with his mother tonight. she lives in boston, massachusetts. guinea pigs are using the internet to keep in touch with their families. it is in times like this that i find the internet redeemable. and sadly i'm being totally honest. guinea pigs across america the future is now. ... Continue Reading

Posted: June 27th, 2007

I used to be an underwater thing With a crown of the largest feathers in the world. Once a year, I came to you--- Swept you with my wet embrace. It's not fair to reduce me now To an obscene lust that you won't fulfill. ... Continue Reading

Posted: June 20th, 2007

I played right field because it was safe From everyone but you Who would laugh at my attempts at foreign language like the children we were. And "childhood friends" is the term we'll use Because it fits And because childhood was all the time we needed. I used to see you as a Hollywood celebrity--- I used to make backstories--- And I was sure one day you'd go back To where the stars ... Continue Reading

Posted: June 15th, 2007

She tells him she likes his painting and means it And more, obviously, Than she's willing to say outside of tone and gesture. She knows the danger of artists: Expectations that paint stains on jeans and white t-shirts, A familiarity with the messy and the tactile, Mean the bedroom will never be tidy -- in the best possible way. She sees the sweat orb on his forehead Knowing the room is ... Continue Reading

Posted: June 8th, 2007

You say we Southern boys make it sweeter But I know you don't want to drink. Fine--- for the first time. We still have something, it seems, that I've wanted for years. The incentive is this: give a white man a rake. We both understand--- So let's all listen to what the viola has to say; I, too, am sure it's lightning. ... Continue Reading

Posted: June 8th, 2007

You sit there, don't you, and somehow seem debauched—perhaps it is the red wine perched between your slim fingers, or the way you wear a t-shirt with pearls— and your lover's boxers bunched around your hips. I watch while your legs twist, slender and skinned with stretch marks from weight lost, gained, and you dance them to Bowie, to Madame Butterfly, in a manner which seems to straddle ... Continue Reading

Posted: April 19th, 2007

America is King Kong, climbing out-moded testaments to our own greatness, and we forget why that image was so terrifying in the first place. We forget that King Kong is the other and because we forget, we have also forgotten that the other is not all we have conquered and brought into light, not the jungle nor the dark hearts of lands, but what we lost as we burned, headfirst, ... Continue Reading

Posted: April 15th, 2007

It troubles me--the matte carpet here, this tactful regulation of air-- That dip between your knees, under case, too much like my own, and your withered face shrunken, gravy brown skin, tightening, sanctified beneath museum lighting. It does not flatter, Nesit-iset-- you who were beautiful once, and yet now you dessicate beside a jar, exanimate; far from what you were, but with equal cla ... Continue Reading

Posted: November 1st, 2006

O, how I wish I'd never seen the golden deer! I should not have believed that shimmering illusion, that lie-- I should not have let desire cast its black ring upon my heart, or cried out so, "Rama, brave Rama, fetch that hind for me, my love, draw your bold bow!" No. If only I had kept silent, this dark garden, this Asoka, would not imprison me. It would be a garden, and nothing more, no ... Continue Reading

Posted: November 1st, 2006

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