Ce qui me restera … (après les funérailles de Maman)

La petite fille aux allumettes autour d’un plat de coquillettes Les oiseaux, preuve incontestable de l’envol Une reine en collier doré et ceinturon guerrier Des volutes enthousiastes au-dessus des marches du perron Des listes de trucs à faire sur des post-it rose fluo Les fenêtres ouvertes Des maisons, des maisons , des maisons aux rires chamoirés […]

What I See When I Think of Next Year …

There are no trucks: only pigeons. No steam-spouting trains: only pigeons flirting with pigeons. No lawnmowers, no leaf-blowers, no grunting AC, no airplanes (they’ve been forbidden to fly over cities since the cataclysm of WW2’s ally bombings). Only pigeons flopping about the rooftops. On Thursday mornings there is a church bell—a real one with a […]

Neshoba County Fair

They have bunnies in a cage, the bunnies are babies, palm-size. I want to bury my face in the pile of them, drown out the duck-hunting arcade, the die-with-your-head-upside-down ride, the Mississippi drawl that spikes through one hundred generators growling like Humvees. There are people who come back every year. It’s a family thing. It’s […]

8.5 Seconds of Nirvana (Walking with Thich Nhat Hanh) 

The grass is short and grey and there are bald spots everywhere. It trembles in my breath. My arms tremble in Chaturanga—still, after twenty-two years of sun salutations, each day three times I bow to kiss the ground. Twenty-two times three-hundred-and-sixty-five times three is a lot of trembling with the ground. But today is a […]