And Our Faces, My Heart, Brief As Photos

And Our Faces, My Heart, Brief As Photos

When I open my walletto show my paperspay moneyor check the time of a trainI look at your face.The flower’s pollenis older than the mountainsAravis is youngas mountains go.The flower’s ovuleswill be seeding stillwhen Aravis then agedis no more than a hill.The flower...
Bewilderment

Bewilderment

My Robin didn’t always sleep well. He wet the bed a few times a season, and it hunched him over with shame. Noises unsettled him; he liked to turn the sound way down on the television, too low for me to hear. He hated when the cloth monkey wasn’t on its...
How To Write About Africa

How To Write About Africa

Animals, on the other hand, must be treated as well rounded, complex characters. They speak (or grunt while tossing their manes proudly) and have names, ambitions and desires. They also have family values: see how lions teach their children? Elephants are caring, and...
The Buffalo

The Buffalo

But it was spring. Even the lion licked the lioness’s smooth forehead. Both animals blond. The woman averted her eyes from the cage, where the hot smell alone recalled the carnage she’d come looking for at the Zoological Gardens. Then the lion paced calmly, mane...
The Book Of Imaginary Beings

The Book Of Imaginary Beings

The animal resembles a kangaroo, but not as to the face, which is flat almost like a human face, and small and oval; only its teeth have any power of expression, whether they are concealed or bared.