The Tatters

Animations

13 aniMaTions Coloring the glass with pee or peering at a blue dense enough to be alive or to influence a human or inhuman action, the feather death crown is a spiral, and in automatic writing, the spirals grow smaller and smaller before any actual communication. Spiral, a tornado wind in the pen and on the page Pressed glass hen on nest girls in frosted petticoats white darning eggs clear radio tubes cobalt eyewash cup talks of sand and heat speaks of tinctures and rubs soothing as a salve or as beauty the sand grains talk of rock and water The feather crowns say, “There must be a better way to signify heaven or salvation.” Those who gather crowns keep them under glass or in their best candy boxes and pass them on as evidence of afterlife. This one gathers the living. The feathers having chosen a spokes-one. Earth shaken, pressed glass pink in permanent petticoats. Arms pinned. Returning items to the sea and beads to the wire. Pushing horseshoe crabs back into time in hopes of reanimation. 14 Meteorite in a field of pussy willows Rose crystal skull abandoned on a city sidewalk Bottles swim into the sea, gather mass, and offer a lift, a flotilla for drifting hitchhikers. A spoon lifts cereal from the cranial bowl of a medical school skull. A fossil is a fiction written by time. Elephants bearing salt and pepper, trunks tied to the pony’s back. Unyielding, brittle, and easy to snap, the bridled pony, bribed or beaten to walk at night, over canyons and valleys of green sleep, laden with packages, tied tightly with red string, yet some fall and shatter as if they’d arrived by post. Biscuit boxes and camping stoves are small, but heavy like stone houses. Moving through woods, toward the big deep fragment of an enameled bucket. Depression pink tongue tip, thick and scalloped, radiates from the car in the woods. Hubcap pain-spokes outward from the center. While sleeping in the woods, a matchbox cemetery turns to stone over time. Shards of mirror given as a gift. Busty angel holds a dove aloft in her hands. Oyster shell middens replace teeth as eternal as the ball of a titanium hip. What remains is a pewter vessel, hard and grey, that serves better as a pencil cup than as a grog glass. ...