OUR CATEGORY : Suzanne Philippot

Watch What a Railroad Makes

A walk home each day to Avenue J, with its unfinished front steps (the taxes) and the trees out back (grafted). We added the perfect mud for imaginary slave drivers, and assembly line pies. Near that was the window for sneaking, and back door for opening quietly, and the place where the snow grew so […]


Lodged beneath what they call a mountain sleeping under a cross my elbows reach up singing for what really is in all ways tumbling drift towards what is real. They call it Royal I say rocky is where the root of my root grows and I frequently sigh for quadrants and urban sprawl and foothills […]