Now Wed November
Another month, I love you:those herringbone eyes,those winks of lacethat stutter the sky and beguile. I was all in your palms then,held fast and humid,perched on a breath,on your low-hilled…
Category: Autumn
In the Brisk and Soon Forbidding
Apple tree – drip candy from the highest bough. The last robins shit mulberry down. The woolybear wanders the pavements briefly, then recedes, stretched, compressed into a redemption of leaves.…
A Harvest Rushed
Russet clouds of harvest dust run low in the gully, settle in the sand pits, settle on a tongue and choke the throats of a damp fall. And there, below…
Birthed Bleak Into Morning
Black marble boy sleeps in a crate, up there, dank beyond the pink blue rooms infertile. Up there, below the ridge beam, pillowed as cake on paper plates, Black marble…
Tiger Salamander
The cistern is dry, the iron lid sags on flaked brick, and a crater is forming there, in the yard where the held waters were. Inside, where the held waters…
Sweet and Bitter Greens 