I Was Once Persephonelast week I tore a page out of your book.tomorrow I will tape my own verseto its ragged remnants.the remnants of your page I mean. it will be about a moon that spins slowlyand echoes our fugitive secrets.that one poem I cannot make work. oh Luna, oh Hyperion, oh Pluto — demoted.Published …
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Tina & Rico and Bernard & Theresa
Tina & Rico and Bernard & TheresaMama made the switch jump the trackchoo-chooshe said as she stuffed applesauce up the baby’s nose.Tina wanted Ricowanted Rico so hardshe nearly splitthat watermelon boozed hardRico splitand Tina went away to Bernard.Bernard brave as a bearfalters his father faceon the staircase to Theresa’s room.Bernard will only saythat Theresa is …
Waiting for the Rains
Waiting for the Rains20 miles to the north the Bolt Creek fire burns up a draw towards the ridge climbing along lines laid deep in the soilit burns first one waythen anotherthe weird sentience of wild fireits imperative to consume and grownow blocked and burning back on itselfburning the trees to charcoal and then burning …
Arson
ArsonDawn cracks open the world,forcing its upper windows ajar.Letting the first spark oflight into the darkness.Dawn takes darkness for granted.Takes her job of breaking night for granted.Dawn is careless, heedless ofhow brightly she burns.She doesn’t concern herself with the flammability of daylight.She wants only to extinguish the stars. Published on The Laundry Line, 15 April, …
Prayer for an August Morning
I, unaccountably, love vultures.Shy and overly friendly,they’ll carefully pluck the buttons from your shirt.No really, it happened to me.Well, it was only one button.Gaining a vulture’s trust takes time.In the heat of a late August morningtry a hose that sprays cool waterunder their wings and across their heavy chests.Afterwards, glistening wings held wide,the vulture will …