June 3, 2024
Positions
The Kenyon Review · “Positions” by Paige Webb If on a high rock one watches the sea, its slow vastness, as if breathing in repose, if one were made to […]
May 16, 2022
You Go, Me Stay, Two Autumns
行く我にとゞまる汝に秋二つ — Masaoka Shiki Wipe the lipstick off the milk carton Get off your high horse and wicked palanquin Dye your ancestral roots kryptonite Day-Glo Paint your opposable thumbs Urban Decay […]
May 16, 2022
The Well, Rural Route 1 Box 43
What wasn’t hidden wasn’t plainly there. Year by year I tracked our well’s steel-capped PVC-pipe headpost leaning vaguely as it disappeared in cedar-shrub, growing palisade, evergreen and tight. I liked […]
May 16, 2022
Escape & Logic
i hear tonight the great horned owl, four gray notes superior to beauty. Come to the window, i say; (my love can’t hear & i can’t see; we trade senses […]
May 16, 2022
埋 / Bury
First it was a pocket watch the archeologists unearthed, its plated chain strangled inside this grave’s massed roots, black hands clawing at twelve and two. Trains run on time as […]
May 16, 2022
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i asked unknown dark energy that pulls the furry light between stars back to the start of time if everyone has to meet again killers who enter houses without knocking […]
May 16, 2022
Elegy
But now I am not I, nor is my house now my house. — Federico García Lorca When the Chicxulub asteroid impact happened where the Yucatán peninsula wasn’t, a rapidly emplaced […]
May 16, 2022
Boulders and Bedrock
1 Let me walk my sadness to those boulders downslope from my window — do I hear them whisper? Does relief rest in stolidity? 2 One story starts with a minister […]
May 16, 2022
Escape & Energy
The hills are burning; they have burned & will burn. Sheets of lightning over introduced grasses whose arc is low, trees leap across highways . . . , young men […]
May 16, 2022
O Come & Let Me Tell Thee How Wholly I Am Thine
Is this the forest primeval? I ask the sugar pines, walking among them, the ship-high firs with waistcoats of fire-scar, the shimmering alder, the laddered shadow of bracken fern. But […]
May 16, 2022
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The soul sits beside its box of oranges. The century goes along, the tyranny, the dazzle, the executions of butterflies — life molecules make memory shapes, adorned broken or blunted . […]
May 16, 2022
望 鄉 / Home-Gazing
After Hesiod, “Works and Days,” lines 400–500 When summer ceases its blister, when autumn rain cools flesh with downpour and thunder, and Mars hangs high in the sky, wheels over […]