Red-buzzing-spindle-bud, Orange-lightning-clover-scale, Yellow-moon-blowfish-mud, Green-crater-raindrop-prayer, Blue-turtle-stamen-flood, Violet-paw print-sulphur-hail, Black-birdsong-limestone-sea— the smallest pea’s brain-symphony. They’ll break the forest’s velvet sleep with axes, fires’ glowing eyes. With fingers feathered omens deep, while breathing, river, Continue reading →

My paradise is hollowed out. I dwell within a famished basin populated by the purpled crowns of Russian thistle. This sage desert is a dry throat and I am a whole Continue reading →

Not so rare as the meteor that flashed its tufted wings over Russia three days before you were born, its little blazing tail hooked right into me—not so rare as the Continue reading →

On top of the mountain where I grew up were two farms, each loathing the other. At first, there were simply rumors: poison in the animal feed; a sheep’s head on Continue reading →

Today’s sea seems tired of stealing acres of sand from the beach. What I call erosion, the waves call: I wish the wind would stop rushing us, I wish we could Continue reading →