Poetry
Winter 2013
Let Them Be Left
What we deem weeds flower in dank shades—mustard, owl brown—furred saffron with pollen, fierce to attach to the sinus. I float hip-deep in corrugated stems; I serve as distribution system […]
Poetry
Winter 2013
Prayer
for JP An acorn unfurls a tail, tucked under its argyle cap, and goes after something smaller than itself to stow. Everything wild to own. Lord, please: full pocket me. […]