The Golem on Feeling Unsettled

Still unsettled from my last call, when Christian babies had been dug from graves and stashed inside Jewish kitchens to prove guilt, now up against energy efficient drones all rubble down the ritual hole beneath my feet warlocks dance and settle to earth everywhere collecting shrouds– Oy vey iz mir! My stomach a hillock impassable to food, a poor golem, a […]

The Golem

We’ve had this talk before when I didn’t know who else would listen to me standing at the last bench of Leona Canyon—you know the one—dedicated to the Jalquin people circled by dried thistles like petrified tongues? How you drifted from the house before ashtrays were emptied, butts crushed and sealed with a blossom of lipstick, the kind of Revlon your friends could afford, neighbors […]

Seven Things I Will Not Think About in the Last Seconds of My Life

“I am a master of hallucination.”  –Arthur Rimbaud I will not think about my retirement account. I will rest inside a concession stand of white gauze, sun hot. I will ask for water loaded with chunks of ice as a pinball machine rises from Poseidon’s eyebrow. I swallow chrome balls like egg yolks slipped into […]