Ally-dog and I rode the game trails out back, lights-free

In Lightfoot, Virginia Those child-bearing days Ally-dog and I rode the game trails out back, lights-free. She led. I followed. … More

Daughter yours, bolt-action god ours

The breech, the block, the betrothal Your sunless daughter Our bolt-action god What’s done is done Inshallah

Joe, NPO

cloverleaving through the night cleaving unto what’s right seething is disbelieving: – they chickens , they goats – “don’t trust … More

Sharia, baklava

Sharia-to-go All the justice that she can afford All the justice afforded by the lash Render unto her the word … More

Yield thee a mantis of bother

We are hornets bred w scorpion genesHornet father, scorpion motherGuard your daughtersYield thee a mantis of bother

The rot so quiet

The pull So glacier The rot So quiet .

Bamboo refused the stand upright

Bamboo refused the stand upright Relief in the voices of Of birds and bees Who no longer alight .

Hackles in the twister

Hackles in the twister there She snaps She sails Her teeth bare .

Into the ship’s screw

The breach dolphin navy-grey Took her final purposeful exhale Into the ship’s screw, The whale .

Death of a family dog

The black dog Took her blue death in Stun-brown Texas .

Sparrow at a bullfight

Sparrow at a bullfight On that blade Dragonfly Alight .

They shall gaunten like a feral cat

salmon shall run no more bears shall sit their haunches eddies shall pass them by they shall fish no more … More

Elephant, walk on by

elephant, listen for the change follow watchfully behind bury your dead gather sticks walk on by her bowerbird grave

Daughters buried like dirty cicadas

Daughters forced underground like dirty cicadas

Like any poisoned goat

We shall excrete your brood Our haunches down Our knees bowed Our eyes screwed Like any colic mule Like any … More

Madrasa-mutton, seared

This madrasa-mutton, seared Swing Sleep Spin On skewers run-through

Cicadas n otro sacrifices

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

Oh, sure, your soldiers salted cicadas Nonetheless, as with our poppies We scorpions We expect a yield

As you would any sparrow

Father You should kill me as you would any sparrow Bury me in your garden Daughter

Kermit the Frog, Cicada Phil

‪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

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

Savage Bamboo Wood: Pandas-On-Ice Parade

Ma SITREP: The Savage Bamboo Panda Mob is having a fine, rollicking good time. They strapped on bamboo shoots as … More

Contra-Panda Ops in the Savage Bamboo Wood

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, v2

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 bats, v0

We begged our children as batsTo eat the insects of our existenceTo eat the insects feasting our illnessesTo eat the … More

Sevilla #5: Manuel Escribano, #3: #84, LIMEÑO Came the lightning.

This bull, he bellow his death. This final bull, he take the thunder over his knee. This bull he tell … More

Sevilla #4: Pepe Moral, #2. #61, LIMOSNERO

For this bull: 1. Death, he take his time. 2. Death, he file his nails. 3. Death, he take a … More

Sevilla: I will make you shit your breeches

I come for you hombrelitos. I call for you by name. I bring to you your shame. I steal from … More

Sevilla: Troubles the mules

What troubles the mules is not the presence, the loiter, the stink, of death, rather the intrusion upon one’s dying.

Sevilla: The elephant he come for the bull

The elephant he come for the bull the nod of heads, the “ Okay, my friend … “ the trunk … More

Sevilla: The bull he walk off

The bull he walk off, like the elephant for his own words, with his own death. The quick understanding the … More

Sevilla: I, the bull, became more tired than I ever

I, the bull, became more tired than I ever knew was possible to grow tired and so sleepy and they … More