Flight, dream
There are so many apples on the ground ++++++I am an apple no a bee no the bee’s stinger stinging my body ++++++Why are there so many apples…
The lake thinks up its shore
We took a chainsaw to the tree she liked to climb, let it rest a few days then dug out the stump, the patient roots. In its place a…
Original Sin
was uneven eyeliner done under the fluorescent lighting of a club’s bathroom. Monologues about how we weren’t afraid of the dead, ghosts, old folk tales, done in a stall…
Poem Ending with a Line from Octavio Paz
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…
Girl with Lilies Knockoff
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 goes out looking for a mink or pine marten
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…
The fermented words inside us
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…
Nature Morte au Crâne (Oil on Canvas, Paul Cezanne, 1898)
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…
Les Trois Crânes (Oil on Canvas, Paul Cezanne, c.1898)
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…
legs legs legs!
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…
When I Think Back in Gapped Couplets
Skateboarding was a gateway. The VHS tapes looped us into a world apart: Krylon and Rusto flared walls in Venice, Cope2 bombs in the…
