the Nahua are the direct descendants of the Aztecs in this space where I play I play in shadows Aztecs are not a lost people when I enter this…

  I exchanged two metal filing cabinets and twenty dollars for it. She responded to my post on an app that connects people interested in selling or trading within a…

  His father misses the seventies, when he says raccoons were invented and invited here to eat the over-abundant corn. Corn floods their town just when the wells stop filling…

  Perched on a hill in Chobhar we planned to get drunk as usual and in the cold January night cicadas and frogs and grasshoppers cried as we heaved the…

  The maraca-held pulse of cicadas in July, the rattling on of insect time the rolling hills, the farmhouses, the waves of upward cresting trees. The painting on canvas in…

  The nameless new neighbor who introduces herself by letting you know where her yard begins, by how you have wronged her with the placement of a trash bin. The…

  the lamp from A Christmas Story, every r. crumb cartoon, Rockettes, follies girls, choruses of high-kicking vamps whose disciplined haunches quake and gleam with rhinestones Busby Berkeley’s twirling human…

  Skateboarding was a gateway.             The VHS tapes looped us         into a world apart: Krylon and Rusto        flared walls     in Venice,        Cope2 bombs              in the…

  I paddled on a lake between nature and nurture between longing for rain and a mallard taking a sort of bath a turtle basking on a dry rock that…

  A broken house housebroken by the weight of boredom, waiting. Look into the bore domed in its stones, a window pane. The pain winnowed through mortar around the door,…

  —with a line by Fred Marchant There have always been storms. Earth born from storm. The landscape, a particular haunting. I flew toward the epicenter after many fled. Met…

  All this talk of pre or post Freudian— the world operates like it does despite what we think. Our bodies are hunger, light, desire and lack of, in a…