After the conjoined men

we saw a woman with four legs. Well dressed, seated, comfortably appointed and knitting. And I wondered if the soul of her twin was free and happy as I wondered if the stars of this show and in the sky and my son and any of us are free and happy or non-ambulatory souls blind […]

Adam’s Song

Now that I am tall, too tall, and nearer to god and death we have come to the freak-show again. Where will I fit in at seven feet eight inches tall, three breaths left and no time for the rhetorical? In my eye there is a skyscraper, a sparrow, and a new cloud, my own […]