Le Spleen de la Floride
Austerity is the disappearance of spaces physical and psychic. The emptied out geographies of longing...
Poetry
Three Miami Poems / Tres Poemas de Miami
Famed art deco replaced by fire coral
and colorful parrot fish, neon lights
restored by pulsating swarms of moon
jellyfish, lit up like a Saturday night.
Eustace Eliger Edgecombe Remembers
I even forgot the caramel of my lover’s skin, forgot the way back
to my island, forgot myself and pledged my life in service to one
man’s pleasure, donned the white gloves and clutched a clipboard
Aubade for Fernandina Beach
Just let me crawl back inside the nautilus and
hide from sky, from more funerals.
There against its pearled lip
my own wounds are barely visible.
Alas, Babylon
The rumor is
there’s a bomb shelter
beneath our little town.
Amber Stream
He fished the Suwannee: slow-
flowing, tea-stained, wild, where the river
drops through limestone and revives itself.
For Urgent Prayer, Please Press 1
I have no more strength except in this pointer
finger, to leave my print on the keypad and unlock the rest
of this message.
Florida Man Steals Weapon, Bites Security Guard, Flees in Gold Convertible
People bury things
all the time, like this, waiting for them to turn slick.
East of Apalachicola Haunted
They’ve trained up their boys with switches & belts. On storm-nights, a boy might fall asleep counting barrels of oysters to shuck.