May 1, 2019
Nature’s Nature
Rob Picheta reports on CNN what we all know. Global wildlife populations have fallen, he writes, “by 60% in just over four decades, as accelerating pollution, deforestation, climate change and […]
May 1, 2019
A Tree’s Shade Speaks of Its Shadow
A shade looks into its shadow, as you do into a mirror, and longs to immerse itself in it, as you would in a lake. And as you flatter yourself […]
May 1, 2019
Locusts
when the wolves that live in your lungs eat the sheep that live in your lungs when you envelop someone you love like a plague of locusts when every face […]
May 1, 2019
In the Andes
In the Andes where I’ve never been they don ponchos woven like breathable bathmats and women and men with long hair wear bad lids, a cross between a cowboy and […]
May 1, 2019
In My Forty-Seventh Year
Me walking downcast. Him dangling ankle-level above a forest path with no branches overhead. I glance to the canopy, a good thirty feet up. Thirty feet. No overhang closer. Let’s […]
May 1, 2019
Passion Fruit
Passiflora edulis, var. flavicarpa As many times as I’ve drunk the pulp-flecked, almost clear juice or imagined the sweet ichor of its essence distilled onto an elegant schnapps sipped onstage […]
May 1, 2019
Wasp
Corseted, dandle-legged, as cold comes on, you, isolato, bumble over this room, ziggurating blind-slats & bookshelves, dive-bombing the lampshade, falling flat, quiet, seeking . . . egress? — what? Having crept up […]
May 1, 2019
The Farmhouse, the Old Barn in the Frame, Faceless Animals in Soft Focus
Oh sure, the pink slip, the lamb’s tongue — little rougher than when I reached for its shape. A poem does that — packs in the pastoral to moment, blazes an erasure of the […]
May 1, 2019
Catawba
They do it overnight, the catawba tendrils, reach and wrap the wire above them — grow and curl, extend and expand. They reach blindly because how else could they reach? And […]
May 1, 2019
Middle Distance
Looking out at Constable’s distances, nothing I wanted to be, what I am. He grows on you, Constable, so childish at the beginning, toy farms, slow pastures, the small trees […]
May 1, 2019
Ficus
I split three pills with my ficus and now it’s being weird. It won’t drink my breath or eat the sun or fight off the spider and his wife, whom […]
May 1, 2019
Doctrine of that Bird Once Worshipped on the Shore
Houston, August 31, 2017 A marsh bird coasts over the traffic light flashing red, and hovering farther out, a helicopter stalls, its own version of hummingbird, its thin feeding tube […]