To the people, food is the sky — Ban Gu, Eastern Han Dynasty, The Book of Han   Our sky was limited when I was young, quota stamps for…

  I was never very good at fishing. I'm thinking about a single speck of blood: long & drawn out. Someday is a funny little thought that keeps my horizon…

  Then each bud was a gem left in the sun, ungathered. What names the men had given slipped or burned like dew. We knew the words had once been…

  She has licked her children’s tears off their faces or her own when they came that close to her. She has eaten sleep taken from the inner corners of…

  After our widowed mother’s funeral, my brother and I pick through her stuff. Feeling like grave robbers, we sort keepers from discards. I start finding the presents I gave…

  disambiguation Callisto may refer to a dead moon or a girl in a bear suit. Girl in a bear suit may refer to itself & its reverse, a recursion…

  & the mad honey Last night I dreamt I went to Dairy Queen again I went to the grocery store & stress-ate fistfuls of cavolo nero & no one…

+++++++++ +++++++++breathe into your Gender +++allow your Gender to soften with each exhalation ++++++hold your Gender in for a count of four ++++++++++++pause +++++++++let your Gender out for a count…

  I find comfort in the rhythm ++++++of the tide’s twice-daily cycle, ++++++++++++covering, then revealing ++++++++++++over ten feet of snails and seaweed, ++++++slippery rock. This long, slow breath a constant…

  The smell of beef ramen rises from the bag between my boots. Sitting in the passenger seat on this January night, I wait in the Whole Foods parking lot…

  What is the geography of intervention? In you the hours weep even the rain. Down the long corridor of night, the dawn sirens. You, separated from your name &…

* —after “Letter to Someone Living Fifty Years from Now”  by Matthew Olzmann * Though the bees are dead, we still have flies. They’re good pollinators. They keep what manages…