It was fall when I showed you the desert. The imported +maples on campus beginning to turn while unseen coyotes sang in mourning. The San Gabriels ran to our…
I didn’t travel much growing up, couldn’t afford it or the demands of state lines and TSA. On my first flight disentangled from Spirit Airlines, I hated the first-class…
Once, it was feared that exceeding the speed of sound meant a man might outfly his voice and strangle on his screams. Not laughing, a woman tells me that…
Because nostalgia prefers melancholy, say distance. Because distance is my nemesis, say conquest. Because I am a fable made flesh & bone brimmed with dirt, say massacre. Because I…
you may be sure my husband’s alarm +wakes me. We spoke of time this week. Is time a concept, construct, illusion? +Yesterday I changed my pants, twisted my knee…
I swallow my grief like a confection, tongue the sweet until it too disappears like polar ice and the bears, bees spiraling to oblivion, my father wasting in his…
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++my father sips coffee while i dance +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++with a sailor on a strand of leftover +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++light from a dead star and i am +++++++++++++++++++++++++++cinderella in the back bedroom +++++++++++++++++++++++++++again…
At first, I didn’t see it: the natural slowdown of cars, the respect. To me, it was rush hour, interminable. Two men on motorcycles wearing neon green vests branded…
If loneliness is this—the loss of sight that comes of looking directly into sun, or the hand that gives shade, the one that hangs over someone’s eyes like the…
Rufus Porter’s nephew and the man called Paine drew a line for the horizon and stenciled in the trunks and branches of the trees on the plaster walls, made…