Tricked-out funhouse freak in the crushed velvet sheets of river you fold over me. Whack spazmodic Tao bazooka, flipping the switches of the cutbank like a Cadi on spreewells O…
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Kinshasa, 2012 You envy the river its sense of place. The slow current of years. The Bantu expansion in 500 BC, the rise of the Kongo Kingdom on its left…
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Horizon itself is a song: a sphere stretched into the tight fold of a rubber band, a loop flattened into an eyelash of dirt, the last snap of light caught…
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The Architecture of Water The Mississippi River is a work of architecture and an architect. Consider the following. Architecture can be made of water: For centuries, Inuits inhabited…
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I We were still upset, my brother and I. We’d refused to come home. Still had to, after a weekend at a small resort two hours away, with several artesian…
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海洋散骨: The Procession When I die, the nurse will first wipe my body with lukewarm water. My skin and hair will be patted dry and my ears and mouth…
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I sit in the bathtub and I crave salt water (I want the Sea of Cortez off the coast of Baja where I let my body grow limp as a…
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for Katie each inlet each dissolution was inner thought K loves the streams the glow an ecosystem and idea that came down mountain and everything alive and loud but…
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When I am flying in my dreams it’s like I’m swimming in the blackest milk. Nourishing but cold, cloistered in the phosphoresence , like God’s fingers are swirling the watery…
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In the midst of my most intense experiences in this life—happiness, sorrow, nostalgia, melancholy—the moments I feel most alive, I always return to this gerund as a descriptor: floating. My…
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Do Not Enter When Flooded We should have paid attention to the sign that night when the sky roiled and dropped funnels and sulfurous bolts and enough water to drown…
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Coming out of Kanab Creek Canyon, back from the Grand Canyon and Colorado River, even more spectacular than hiking down: light patches of rain when we thought we’d left behind…
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Sibyl: i/i\i bore a faith the width of weeks and spent them wading through spume seas. Tongues torn from tiliqua fashioned bracelets, m/y wrists meek. Sweltering rings of damp skin…
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Seen from the outside, the ship floats on calm, dark waters. The ship seen from afar, far away, by an immobile and inattentive observer. The ship being viewed, but not…
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