• But Emily Dickinson

    seated between bees and thought, she dreams the light leaning in the roofs and windows, wandering by green-trees, yellow-golds, the postcards spreading in her lap the edges and emanations in the hours where she wonders,

    I think her hand without rings, her silk nightgowns, her inks, all the oceans she didn’t see, the parties she didn’t go, her massive and entire silence frightening the neighbors, her sonorous reclusion between books,... more »

  • Close To The Bone

    I wake up and sleep under my epidermis, on the crust of the earth, with embedded layers of dead cities

    I move skins and surfaces among others skins and surfaces when I cross this street, or when I lean against the railing of this window that leaves the night... more »

  • Duckbill

    there was that time when I imitated a monkey to give the boys their first laughter

    there’s a fight for love, there’s a lot of plumb in the water, there’s many notations made at dawn in my green notebook... more »

  • The Odd Lady (In Portuguese)

    minha boca larga, o nariz largo, a anca larga, o olhar largo, a calma larga, o passo

    não, o passo esguio, o medo esguio (estampa do corpo) , os ossos esguios, o sexo esguio, o negro, o rosa, o pálido, a demora tênue, o aperto tênue e túnicas, diários, papéis, baús, cartas escondidas, cultivar o jardim privado, a janela, o piano e meu quarto... more »