Author archives: Pearl

Copse I pass trunk to trunk with a rhythm like a pulse, pine gum on my legs I sit on a damp orange bed of needles spread my back against vertical bark I am held by the conifer grove feel secure to know that the roots spread under me to the horizon that I am […]

Japanese Garden carp, the living flowers, pucker up swish coy fans in watery shadows as walking is made by footsteps life is made by the motion and pause mid-stride shifting of weight off the ground suspended faith restored that ground will remain for a while with each letting down the weight of each sole.

(not a literary endeavor) muffin top men it would be too easy to make a cracks about their back beltlines. they could use a little less baking. so does the lady in the poured tight muffin paper skirt. Her spaghettini strap-back shirt, daring as the scrappy look in her eye, the miniskirt strapped on on […]

Sunburn It feels like a chimney fire inside the pipes of your limbs and you try to keep it from spontanously combusting up your flue, setting your hair on fire with fever. You bathe with cold clothes, dress in cold compresses, discover medical uses for frozen cranberries, compare icebergs to gelatinous aloe vera, do a […]

Watching Home Reno it’s so pleasant to be in a room with a man stripping wire, the tools, the grab, the pull, the release, rubbery sheath and its done, the bared copper glinting in the gold bar of sun, the palmed pressure the difficult digital, finery of touch, wire nuts to connect up power and […]