1000 Stone Cut Steps
One morning cutting peppers, you spoke with gestures. Dancer’s hands, bend, twist, pale Irish skin. You see as mystics see. Mystics who...
Personal Orientation
While being human can feel like sleepwalking, nothing needs grounding here: late summer sun, heat, still lake. Muffled voices waft across...
The Color of Death
What is the color of death? In the West many say black, Some in the East say white. Devout Muslims enshroud the dead In white cotton or...
Last Transmission
I imagine my last words would say something or good night, my kitten[i] probably— possibly to do with cats like a priest might ask me why...
Anatomie Ornis
Some say in all the world's history there has been only one kind of bird to see the color blue some say it is the I of...
Exoplanet
An artist shaped you much like Earth land sphere with blue water, larger girth otherwise quite similar to it, circling ...
September Morning
Unexpected first frost the lightest glaze across the field a fine line drawn down the ruckled trunk of the old cottonwood -- a beard...
Earthborn
Do not show me an urban goddess and expect that I should worship at her cold altar, for it is as sterile as the rods that hold it up....
fables
i. this is a fable about a boy and a girl and the boy is not inside of a room but neither is the girl and this is a different thing...
i'm doing laundry in my head
look at you not looking at me i open the windows and close the night air, its steaming cricket song and after-rain drivel away, i go into...