I became a baby hare this morning, propelled myself into the long grass with my new fat haunches and waited, a heartbeat beyond teeth —


We never saw the pump that drained the lagoon. We only saw fish, drowning as fish. And when the tide broke over the sand bar, the fish rose like rafts, and there were terns — so many terns — then the grey iridescence of scales under moonlight. Image: Carlos Galindo on Unsplash

After the Storm

I could not help but stare at the moon’s last quarter, tangled in mesh, seined, pursued then quickened as Saturn and Jupiter remained still and some ways off. The driveway is littered with branches, leaves, and the dirt bitters of worms are acrid-wise — commonplace. The cracked Earth swells, maybe becomes whole again. Image: Dave... Continue Reading →

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