Issue 120

Called across, calling;
With a receptor there.

Just like you go looking for the rainbow.

What I have decided, at least for now, is that I’m not afraid of the struggle. Jacob’s struggle with the man (or angel?) is my struggle. I’m not letting go. I’m holding on for the blessing. Blessing

Isle of femur. Of scapular curl. Isle of skull.

It’s hard not to see
everything these days as prophecy, hard
not to hear a rooster crow and not wonder
how many betrayals are underway.

Anna was an atheist until one month ago. Now she wants to become a nun.

Starve, he said,
attraction’s fever, fill your mouth with prayer
instead.

In much the same way as acute myocardial infarction becomes the final fatal symptom of coronary artery disease, my daughter’s leap from the Golden Gate Bridge was the final fatal symptom of the depression, the melancholia, the psychological distress she’d suffered from most of her life.

how
many hours did my ear sojourn to the rhythm of her yellow tongue?