Post Masonry - Style 2 - The Hyacinth Review

You wore your smart grey suit, or was it blue, broad white collar almost covered…

Lamplight pollinates sidewalks in our tepid little village. The late summer dusk’s a furnace gorging…

I've been wearing my mother's skin. I'm not sure when I started, exactly. It's a…

I was nine and a half years old that summer and most of it passed…

-after a photograph of Alexus, 2003

At the shore, I am called upon by two women, rivulets of their presence run…

Tom looked up at the white plenum tiles of the examining room as a nurse…

When I was 24, I killed myself. I put it that bluntly because it was…

One day, she said, looking up at me while planting parsley on her little patch…

I return to the house— palms anointed by intention, to steady its posture, to lead…

Post Masonry – Style 2