Member since April 9, 2016 | 34 Readings |
Sometimes the sky is a deep purple / with a thick streak of pink through the middle. / And the highway is a gold chain / you’ve snaked across some…
There’s a hum at the window, rain or wind through the yellow death of autumn. Somewhere a doe is lifting her soft face in a clearing, chewing the…
I saw a small dead bird on its back / head and feet straight up, held / by pearl sewing needles / same shade as the eye sockets / empty and…
After the bees —
After Standing Rock // darkness. Blooms / so rare you’d save the petals, / sticky with rot and ache / like a coming storm. // Set aside your skin…
It was not sudden / the windowless room / with only their black pupils showing / so none of them were smiling / even if they were. // It was…
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If only you could choose / to feel deeply. Since you cannot, / I will feel deeply for us both. / I will bury our hundred summers / in a hole…
Heavenly father and mother, sister and brother, / O great and wise aunt and laughing uncle, / thank you for bringing us to your table. / …
The upstairs neighbor, / Mohamed, welcomed me / when I moved into the building. / Maqluba, kabsa, kanafeh. / Mohamed upstairs / in that…
Where is Aims, Oregon?
(for Nate) // / it’s beside the culvert // where the mossy gnome lives / where the watershed daughters / hunt for earthworms under / the…
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