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Perpendicular rivers                 cut gorges across                 a windless white desert, pitted                 by an epoch                 of mustang hooves, the herd lean and leaderless,     [...]

She talked often about the fog The ‘Pea Souper’, ‘London Particular’, That smothered all the London Streets With corrosive fog, a ghastly miasma. How granddad had shuddered to his knees, His lungs corrupted, wheezing his last breath, How fourteen tons of Flouride did for him; Some said twelve thousand were killed that week. She claimed [...]

I can’t guess what planted this impression somewhere along my trachea, halfway between the brain and the heart, which I am waiting to name.   It barely prickles in the pink of my flesh, this crouching unborn body, this seed. Huddling, mute, its hilum nourishing, it keeps its color closeted, but soon will nudge the [...]

                        Here ago on silent   I   learned to fling the shadow from a raven’s wing             to     let   inner   hiddenness   and   void   founder   down     distance     [...]

There is a picture of your house from high above online for everyone to see. I see you there in your yard looking up with an anxious face, eyes full of sea. I can link with anywhere, but I am drawn to that face. If a place is defined as somewhere with a name then [...]

Quiet as changes go, the rain moved in. Someone shot a rifle several pastures out. Heat like a prejudice evaporated as drops became more distinct. The flag lazily danced without a word of tribute. A radio played from a neighbor’s house, the song was noise. It was then that I knew there was no going [...]

I want to hold it over my head outside the window of your brownstone, like a boombox, pounding the block with silence. A sleek red riff skitters from wall to wall; the cluster of pebble-smooth brushstrokes swim complacently in circles, like words I wished I’d owned at the right moment. What I want more than [...]