Poetry
Sept/Oct 2016
Vinculum
There is foil in the air, crinkling; it is in the wait for a proper behavior, is in the jay, its beak bloodblue, Fishes’ eyes, watering. I was wondering that. […]
Poetry
Sept/Oct 2016
Edge Habitat
Something hates us to the root. There’s no way to stopper the hiss, wind clotting sere periphery-reeds—limp switches leaping in place, suspended above a pot someone tossed that could be […]