In Lightfoot, Virginia Those child-bearing days Ally-dog and I rode the game trails out back, lights-free. She led. I followed. … More
The breech, the block, the betrothal Your sunless daughter Our bolt-action god What’s done is done Inshallah
cloverleaving through the night cleaving unto what’s right seething is disbelieving: – they chickens , they goats – “don’t trust … More
Sharia-to-go All the justice that she can afford All the justice afforded by the lash Render unto her the word … More
We are hornets bred w scorpion genesHornet father, scorpion motherGuard your daughtersYield thee a mantis of bother
The pull So glacier The rot So quiet .
Bamboo refused the stand upright Relief in the voices of Of birds and bees Who no longer alight .
Hackles in the twister there She snaps She sails Her teeth bare .
The breach dolphin navy-grey Took her final purposeful exhale Into the ship’s screw, The whale .
The black dog Took her blue death in Stun-brown Texas .
Sparrow at a bullfight On that blade Dragonfly Alight .
salmon shall run no more bears shall sit their haunches eddies shall pass them by they shall fish no more … More
elephant, listen for the change follow watchfully behind bury your dead gather sticks walk on by her bowerbird grave
Daughters forced underground like dirty cicadas
We shall excrete your brood Our haunches down Our knees bowed Our eyes screwed Like any colic mule Like any … More
This madrasa-mutton, seared Swing Sleep Spin On skewers run-through
Oh, sure, you salted cicadasWe scorpionsWe expect a yield We harried hornets to hysterics and a blind hate We poisoned … More
Oh, sure, your soldiers salted cicadas Nonetheless, as with our poppies We scorpions We expect a yield
Father You should kill me as you would any sparrow Bury me in your garden Daughter
This just in! your reporter Kermit The Frog, dateline: Columbia: like any, every, cock-blocked, Sriracha-sodden troubadour at sunrise, Cicada Phil … More
Rued his fat-bellied Mad-Max cicada days Swayed every pretty young cicada to his side Pedal to the metal A-rage, them … More
The freeway filled w broken-hero cicadas
Ma SITREP: The Savage Bamboo Panda Mob is having a fine, rollicking good time. They strapped on bamboo shoots as … More
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
We begged our children as batsTo eat the insects of our existenceTo eat the insects feasting our illnessesTo eat the … More
This bull, he bellow his death. This final bull, he take the thunder over his knee. This bull he tell … More
For this bull: 1. Death, he take his time. 2. Death, he file his nails. 3. Death, he take a … More
I come for you hombrelitos. I call for you by name. I bring to you your shame. I steal from … More
What troubles the mules is not the presence, the loiter, the stink, of death, rather the intrusion upon one’s dying.
The elephant he come for the bull the nod of heads, the “ Okay, my friend … “ the trunk … More
The bull he walk off, like the elephant for his own words, with his own death. The quick understanding the … More
I, the bull, became more tired than I ever knew was possible to grow tired and so sleepy and they … More