Gaudy as the Welsh, old as a lady, too-firmly attached to a creature, the things I have to say for myself are changing, dodging mirrors let’s recall the small…
This is a double-pane flash flood tornado watch 90% chance of warning || This is the crickets’ quickening chirps Doppler radar failed Rorschach test the storm shudders nuzzling into…
It’s got a bloom that won’t let go, a bloom that hangs from a swollen capsule long after loosing its siren-pink flare. A bloom that clings like an indecent…
A young one, out late— still hunting in the saltmarsh. Tall and long-necked, this one— not hunched in stalk. To stay up nights, gulp your fill of darkness and…
Yours are not the desperate pounds of fists against a homeless door, ++++++says the drum, nor the hollowed promise behind it. When you came to me your palms were…
Wake up There’s still time There’s still the gauzy light through the blinds Can you hear the mourning doves outside? There’s a song you’re not singing and I know…
after Eduardo C. Corral Don’t look straight at the sun, fear says. Is that cancerous? fear asks. Unafraid, fear sneaks in the side door. I feed fear a treat,…