la bataille géante des boules de neige

the secret life of walter mitty

the hustler

the big short

dat dere

everybody wants some

finding dory

serendipity

囍

creed

Ἄργος Πανόπτης

deadpool

the curious case of benjamin button

zootopia

kung fu panda

kung fu panda 3

chocolat

a brief history of reënactment

The sniper girl is her favorite role because
it’s like taking pictures. “The beauty, the beauty!”

her voice volleys spookily from behind some rocks
as she picks off one of my men after another.

Sometimes the photographer shoots herself.
I know she must have her own personal baggage—

later I find her sobbing in the bamboo grove.
I tell her it’s O.K., these wars only last three days.

“What will you do when it’s all over?” she asks.
“I don’t know,” I say. “Plan the next one.”

essay on clouds

Everything
we know well
lightens and escapes us, and isn’t that
when we escape? So, just as
Old and Middle English clūd
meant rock or hill, but now

means cloud, really I mean
in exactly the same way that stone
got over being stone

and rose, we rise.

the force awakens

solitaire

If I retinol. If I marathon.
If I Vitamin C. If I crimson

my lips and streakish my hair.
If I wax. Exfoliate. Copulate
beside the fish-slicked sea.

Fill me I’m cold. Fill me I’m halfway gone.
Would you crush me in the stairwell?
Could we just lie down?

about the author

The poet is the king of Rome, New York, with one foot in a boat and one against thesnowy shore of reason.

Wondering if, like a boy, she could go there for a season.

pinocchio