Two by two the kernels hit the metal pail, blue stalks stiff as thin batons stripped green braids from yellow tails, nightshade cast in shadows between fronds. They…
After 90—a little bird-like cocking of her head to gather what she could from the periphery. Her eager pupilage, dulled. Retinas—their rites by rote, their prayers for…
Fear yields the perfect ping of a wine glass in a war zone, magnifies anemones into fields of enemies. In case of emergency it breaks your skin. Shrapnel…
(Vatican Museum) In this huge copy of Guido Reni’s Slaughter of the Innocents, men of power turn their backs on death and tourists; soldiers avert their eyes as…
Dear Lightning it was the lightning Lord that knocked the tall firs down One fir on either side Across the narrow road to the monastery / Trapping me there in…