John Bradley – Things I Should Apologize For Spell
Things I Should Apologize For Spell Speaking to a smudge that once belonged to Marcus Aurelius. Nazi-actors, cinematic hair, bituminous tea, transparent teeth. My birthplace, a wheelbarrow, my birthplace, a pencil, it follows. Stray words slipping from a vague mouth at the airport: Stay afloat. Cheap, abundant cirrus clouds from Abilene, afraid of the samba. […]
John Bradley – Found in a Hollow Book Covered with Cilia
Found in a Hollow Book Covered with Cilia A moist, anonymous brawny brain on a bed, a soft, red, brainless bed in a room with no features, no feathers. The brain, without a mouth or visible speakers, addresses you in a pleasing, unaccented speech: I appear to be defenseless, and yet I am not quite what […]
John Bradley – The Face of Charles Darwin As Seen on a Nuclear Reactor Cooling Tower As Seen by a Firefly As Seen by Cornelia Hesse-Honegger
The Face of Charles Darwin As Seen on a Nuclear Reactor Cooling Tower As Seen by a Firefly As Seen by Cornelia Hesse-Honegger Is it is true, Cornelia, when your son was born the doctor came to you with a charcoal drawing of a baby, old as Galileo, with an ashen club foot? And you […]
