This winter sees the bitternings of crows the left-behind of crows unsuited for flight of crows ill-equipped for animosity of … More
In Lightfoot, Virginia Those child-bearing days That black dog and I rode them game trails out back, lights-free, blackout-drive She … More
Bamboo refused the stand upright Relief in the voices of Of birds and bees Who no longer alight .
salmon shall run no more bears shall sit their haunches eddies shall pass them by they shall fish no more … More
We harry hornets to hystericsWe poison scorpions w their own eggsThis generation raised among pomegranates must die
Oh, sure, you salted cicadasWe, scorpionsWe, expect a yield We harried hornets to hysterics to a blind hate We poisoned … More
Oh, sure, your soldiers salted cicadas As with our poppies Nonetheless We, scorpions We expect a yield
The Savage Bamboo Pandas resented Humberto peeking in, all paparazzo, measuring, taking notes. Panda-Wrangler Humberto said “Ohhhh eeeeeeeez gonnna cost … More
We begged our children as bats To eat the insects of our existence To guide us deaf, lacking radar To … More
the pain buys less drink every day only the high thin clouds of memory persist blown like stirred like coffee … More
Our stones shear, like our religions. There’s the catch, the shiver. The believer, he beg for a river.