The Cafe Cat

November 13, 2016

I came to meet a nighthawk

As the moon it swelled to its fullest fill

Heavy, held aloft on the shoulders of the horizon

As it rose, so we sank

Folding into each other's narrative

The nighthawk relentlessly shining through perceptive eyes

Head cocked to one side in piercing inquisition

My words that sputtered like an old tap at first

But purred like a cat

As he undid me with his gaze

Silence fell

And fall we did too

As that full moon rose higher, swelled further still

And his wings they cloaked me over in a dark embrace

And swept us away into the night

Along the snarling mountain roads of Anxi County, pumpkins, gourds, squashes and marrows grew haphazardly; tumbling from shed tops, gna...

Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherized upon a table; Let us go, thr...

So maybe there are rocks in your pockets, Virginia, but none of us want you to go.

In the office of an old tea factory, the light of the late afternoon reached its arms into the dark space and illuminated that which ha...