August 2011
33 posts
Secondary Fermentation
The beer is exploding in the closet — a bottle, maybe two a day. Sometimes I hear the muffled blast. Sometimes I return to find a dark spot soaked into the hardwood — a little further out from the bottom of the door than before.
None of this is a problem. It’s just too much sugar. The yeast, too active. Whatever survives will be delicious. But there will be less of it than I’d...
Old Growth Water
when even our waves are petrified, when we can leave everlasting marks upon the surface of the ocean and return as we return to our most sacred places, on knees and elbows, fingernails and hair, when we can tell a story about the first immortal, who paces there, impatient to feel his weight suspended on our least permanent shore, and his slow lowering, portal to our dead lairs, where the rowers...
THE FUGUIST – FEMININE ENDING
Sound subject, hitherto cold, hitherto folded in with the blankets and brought home
Sound you, sigh tonic breath, sigh slight bone and fashion into corset
Sound me, set low, set early on in false wind and hintered
Sound successive, hold note, hold lee against and high
Sound nothing, nothing from final entry, nothing from counter
Sound...
