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We were walking on a road near the quarry, above Lithia Park. I saw some deer up ahead and called back for you to take a look. You were collecting flowers or rocks somewhere behind and did not answer. I approached the deer and saw that there were two ofContinue Reading

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Awake To a dream That walks like me Holds my reflection But speaks unsteadily   Hollowed By open air Through windowless holes Of ghost town shacks   A phantom Abandoned Still drifting         And mapping       Invisible pinpoints   To steady ticks Of some otherContinue Reading

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她和他处在迷宫般的中他们只是脚步声他们只是要脱单在黑暗中许多走廊许多曲折心跳心樵夫球砍月亮给光(她穿上了黑色面具)在这儿, 说她, 打切她用枪指着他的背钱还是身, 他问给我钱, 她回答没有钱给我身是你的给我心是你的给我月亮(他穿上了黑色面具)我的名字是打切我爱你在月球上砍我杀你血 Michael Feral is a collector of rare books with a half-degree library science. He currently resides in Wimberley, Florida. He spends his time traveling, professionally, to Chongqing, China and back, as a sales representative for Wimberley Blinds and Shutters. This is Michael’s first published translation.Continue Reading

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For our setting, your setting: your smoothie-purple mouth, your shoelaces, every refracted ray of light, all the shifting corners along your walk (and all parenthetically interesting details). The setting, in other words, is your every sense upon every facet, layer, and opening. The setting flows—it is there and gone, thereContinue Reading

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The other night I had a visceral dream.  And My banner was ten feet tall.  Enshrined upon it was God Loves Everyone. Rainbows dropped from it, as I stood blocking evil.  For you see Behind me Was a banner reading: Fags Burn In Hell.  The hatred spewed from the bannerContinue Reading

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Joymax was an experiment, an Adonis, a demigod. Eugene, Joymax’s father, was wealthy, so Joymax, Eugene’s only child, was wealthy. And Eugene’s wealth he consecrated to the perfection of his son, as a herald of human perfections to come. Joymax would be raised like John Stuart Mill and Montaigne—by aContinue Reading

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Stay sharp Keep the rudder steady And stay away From drylands   You will hear voices But no need to feel fear It’s not your loved ones Calling you home It is just the sea Singing you to sleep   And promising You will find all answers To all troublingContinue Reading

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A woman with green highlights waves me down on the street and asks if I have thirty seconds to help the whales. I tell her I am sorry that I do not, which is a lie as I am only on my way to Fatburger to meet a friend. AsContinue Reading

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So it is true what they say That it is not about The destination   It is about the water   And the waves And the wind And the salt   And there are times When I am not even sailing Just drifting   What I know as the pastContinue Reading

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Before the Hammish sisters disappeared, none of us said the word Selkie. It was a word that seemed old even in the twentieth century, our grandfathers’ grandfathers’ word. Age was heavy in it, like the rusted schooner anchor from the 1700’s that’s in front of town hall. By this time,Continue Reading