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…

  A lime on a branch looks like a 3D leaf, a surprise, a bonus. To find a lime below another lime is sublime. The painter carries a lime from…

  Ice on my stomach wounds, a heavy cough blanket over the ice— a kind of tough-love sandwich. In this cold dry room, I can only move my head 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,…

  I call my aunt who is ninety-six, the only one still with us, all her siblings now passed. She can’t hear me, refuses aids she says hiss with static,…

  I don’t know how you got your name, little green ball of fuzz, but I like imagining you howling at the moon as you cling to the trunk of…

  The night is a secret ware— I’m sold. Its ceramic cheek browns to blue. Night-ducks un-repair the water, how I broke too its surface, not even an hour ago.…

  The compost goes to maggots, the birdbath births mosquitoes, the fig falls into your hand light as foam. Tomatoes suck the soil raw, the basil goes to seed, then…

  Half the stars we see have died. the sun bear knows this. he has read the poems. the tides may or may not be at the command of the…