“In the dreamer’s dream, the dreamed one awoke.” –Jorge Luis Borges The tuning fork broke when you dreamt lung, stone, seawater. So I am incomplete, a sigil with no center, wearing only this cotton shirt. Flames lick the circle, a
Elation Cell
Miraculous to be part of the snow globe with the penguins on the icebergs and the icebergs with the cold shock and miraculous to be inside the dome with the curvature of the dome and the penguins’ heads and the
Thoughts for Sad Times
This winter everything will be better. The harbingers of music will all be there, we’ll have new wool suits for the circle of the buffalo and the owls that will all be the harbingers of music, always there. This winter
Snow Globe
Once there was a blue ball and cottonfields were dropped upon it and firefields were dropped upon it and waterfields too were dropped upon it along with multiplication tables and division tables then chairs to sit and figure the proper
Homeless
Stranger, I am sorry for making eye contact with you. In my defense, I was alone and a stranger passed before me without irises, stranger, this is serious, we are no longer the same. While it began about you, stranger,
Sixteen: Drip from Approximative Translations
ghost of small stature : this breast is a carcinoma project : let being born be your first entrance into captivity : a postcard affixed with teeth marks : even music dies at some point : such is the gift
Seventeen: Outdoors from Approximative Translations
tell me : that a small amount of pain already contains the answer : slow beat of river & honeymooners tattooed with tire tracks : the sky shedding clouds like dead skin : streets crumple into brown bags of homelessness
World More World than World
The back pain is livid in the southeastern quadrant of my back. Because it is inside of my body, not manifest like an abrasion, it is my secret horrid companion. The only kind of interruption in my story is its
Quickening
1. My mother and I are sitting on the porch swing in the August heat. She is enormously pregnant, and she is asking me what we should name the baby when it comes. “If it’s a girl,” I say, “we
Souvenir of Destiny
Born East London but now residing amongst the hedge mumblers of rural Suffolk, P.A. Levy has been published in many magazines, both online and in print, from A cappella Zoo to Zygote In My Coffee and many stations in-between. He