May 1, 2017
Wilderness
the rain like drops of cold leadit’s hard in this city to keep a grip on the natural world poking its snout through the wovenwire fence on 7thor while ordering […]
May 1, 2017
Witnesses
One hundred thousand people were murdered by the Nazis at Ponary, 10km southwest of Vilnius where my grandmother was born. Today is gray, drizzling, but not enough for drops […]
May 1, 2017
Ground Cherry, Chinese Lantern, or Cape Gooseberry
Proud to be slightly sour, a symbol of hopeif you are the sort who goes looking for symbols of hope, I live just barely in hiding, barely sweetin my nearly […]
May 1, 2017
Augury
Hear the starlings, reader in your dark-red car. The starlings hear the dwindle. They hear the service station’s bluepumps rasp, the grease trucks filling up behind a neighboring diner,see every […]
May 1, 2017
Western Diamondback Rattlesnake
Crotalus atrox Three things it is best to avoid: a flash flood, a strange dog, and a YouTube comment thread. Not everyone would tell it the same way. My mother […]
May 1, 2017
The Dijon Sky
The Dijon sky, a little hot on the tongue(this dog has panted out to see its evening), used to feel its reflection in a field of mustard when people— the […]
May 1, 2017
Ivory Tightrope Walker
17th c, use unknown Not weathervane, not lightning rod,although the slender figure, balancedon a rooftop wire, might have drawnwhat others called in time ion strikes, their split and re-split […]
May 1, 2017
Object
At a stately pace,this clump of bubblestours the perimeterof the cup. ∗ ∗ “Living systemsmake the most of a set ofimposed constraints.” ∗ ∗ As our hostagesituation guestsaid earlier ∗ […]
May 1, 2017
plenty
make me lonely as an animal with everything to eat in winter dark honey locust bark torn from the tree sometimes I feel like a motherless field you lose yourself […]
May 1, 2017
To
Girl turned to a tree,sure, or a vine turned to a girl. But what did you meanby “girl”? Such slender, double-jointed reaching? Rapunzel letting her hair downthis wall upon wall, […]
May 1, 2017
City Swarm
Out my second-story back window is a small plot of land, home to an old pine tree and a statue of the Madonna with paint chipping—my Jewish landlord’s attempt at […]
May 1, 2017
Are
I want to go on forming letters, willing thisfluidity as if I could pilot a stream as it freezesinto shapes. ∗ ∗ Soft clouds advancingfrom the west, theirfripperies, vagaries. ∗ […]