Longings

(after Patrick Kehoe’s Longing) On the grey-blue sea, the water sparkles like a mermaid’s tail, and in the distance, the Sirens, too far to hear. Rain falls from a low sky. When my father threw seeds to pigeons on his balcony, I also saw him stretch his arm to the sky, point his finger to […]

The Snail

It takes its time; a leaf hangs low in a bush, irregular and spacious, mailbox dew. Apolitical,  not like Elysium, now near oil refineries.  This day, the rain is over: the thunder, the mood,  the reason to commodify miserableness.  Still, you tell me it might yet storm this afternoon, to stall restlessness, keep recognition corrupt.  […]