A Crow on the Road

I ain't seen no crow do no killin', never in a day. Shit, they ain't even a squabble. I seen a lot a' crows on a lot a' roads, courteous as squaredance, bobbin' over coon, skunk, whatever red, always cool to clear the way and wait fer a passin'. I ain't seen no dead crow... Continue Reading →

Stands the Maple

Saps run before the weathers - hordes of sugar in the root - what little stays - thin and capillary, above ground, contests the filigreed fingers of water with denser sweets. And thus, unleaved and nude, what to the eye appears barren, rude to the dog-eyed sun, summer nests exposed as frail, stricken to bone... Continue Reading →

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. Rabbits are fat now and bounding. Squirrels have nuts in a bind, sequestered. But morning don't want me today. Airs gone thin to the bone.... Continue Reading →

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 were, shovel loads of dirt, ten seasons of leaves, gravel, broken glass, these things indeed crowd the plumbing. But there, atop the loose bracing fill,... Continue Reading →

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