an elegy for the Black Martyr Floating downstream is a mudcat. Lips bruised from eating the candied shells of crustaceans,...
being human differs between human beings long for the serenity of tortoises before long periods of standing and misunderstanding periods....
after Archibald MacLeish Don’t you dare tell me who I should be my intentions palpable as armpit hair but never...
My mother’s brittle wrist bends almost to the point of breaking when she ladles out broth into a ceramic dish ...
If the river divines a softness in the passing, there the water must flow. Cicadas in bluegrass and all the...
A lost tabby cat turns calico in the sun. Teach me a model to track this type of regression. Broken leaves...
This is more than memory: the stop-motion boys playing war along the old cul-de-sac, angel lawn ornaments matte in the...
this isn’t poetry this is just bearing witness and writing it down today I watched a man in Gaza attend...
BACKYARDRUSTED–THROUGH FIRE PIT too many thursdays thin light through the basement blinders chilledsweat expiring across ...
