While Hiking with My Son,
the boy reminds me that he is not, in fact, my son. Too late now. We’re way into a country road & I’m carrying him against my chest like…
In the Upside-Down Forest of Un-Furious People
In an effort to legitimize a land ethic the lettuce farmers self-impose a subsidy on solitude. In certain circles, folks abide by the fundamental truth: nothing is good in…
Before the Experts Mislabeled the Beyond
There’s so much they could have done for each other and a lot they could have generally just done. It was summer so evening came differently to the kids…
Palinode to the Celestial Bestiary
despite my lamentation, I was wrong from the beginning about that book’s name. how did I misremember details from my life so thoroughly as to reinvent the self- important…
The Celestial Bestiary
++++++++++++++++++++++++was a book that stood thin on a low wood shelf at my father’s house throughout my childhood. I mistook it for truth: stars were animals that died, but…
Every Day a Ghost Town Loses a Map
I wake up with an entire town planted in my heart. No one comes to the town that was planted in my heart, and by my second cup of…
Don’t Take All These Lonely Poems Too Seriously
I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t been granted my share of closeness—an unexpected hug from the girl I’ve been pining over, or the sort of friend who…
Modern Loneliness
I love calling things a prelude but I’m also gouging meaning out, but that also means it’s nothing on its own. I’ll be a better writer if I read…
Control Line
Driving across Colorado somewhere just past Fairplay grassland split by fences cattle packed into huddles dark haze of mountains north beyond them, a fire had burned for weeks in…