Category Archives: Mina Loy

Sentimentality, a bad date Some things won’t wash—for instance more than one month after meeting him you’re again fenced by chairs in the same waiting, watch women walk their aged bodies forward, unbalanced by the constant scroll of life’s small … Continue reading →

Like some body left in an harbour, it is what bloodies our hands that we wake to the red reeling of time and bleakness behind what questions us each morning as we jog memories for the short end of the … Continue reading →

a drink down, mouth to mouth bare and we’re all thirsty, gathering at the sound of breath living in little houses, the sealed jar nest of necks, night’s bone- light breaking the bed in two bodies that rest on wine-coloured … Continue reading →

The men drag the shore for the bones of your body, coast guards watchful to what has already passed, your small boat lost, sailed in a sobering plan— Some say water is a waster of men, or that you were … Continue reading →

Arthur, Fabian, father, brother, son of the sail that sets the boat travelling away from the beach, disappears from our wedding day in wood watered down with reachable vows, the nautical blue, the place we blended in union, our bodies … Continue reading →