Isako, Lost Things I

Isako keeps careful chronicle of lost things. Mother. Father. Hairpin. During war Isako loses city which is also now. Always some nation under foreign attack. Air raid sirens busted brick and shrapnel. Isako’s History of Lost Things. Line after line persons lost or missing. Photographs of Isako as child. As bride shrouded in high-toned luxury.… More

They were selling phoenixes

Chen Chen in the form of untransformed ash. In the middle of a Costco in Connecticut, I said Gimme. You said, Let’s do the most New England thing we can think of. Let’s go sailing in khaki shorts. I’ll bring the chowder, you bring our phoenix. Our phoenix would increase productivity by fashioning a new… More

Meditation of a Foot Soldier Nearing Medusa’s Sculpture Garden

Matthew Olzmann So these are the monuments. And these are the faces of the inevitable. And if I am made one of them, rendered motionless, made marble by the gorgon’s stare, then help me celebrate the abrupt tombstone my torso becomes. I’ve never been this far from home. I’ve never lifted my arms above my… More

Build, Now, a Monument

Matthew Olzmann No longer satisfied by the way time slips through his life’s work, the maker of hourglasses yearns for a change. He elects to construct a staircase instead. Rather than grains of sand, he’ll manufacture one stair after another to lament every transient second. Look at it now! It rockets upward, almost vertical, beginning… More