Now the silverfish have eaten your sad dictionary. Once you stood behind the counter, ribbons in your hair, you measured and cut yardage for the buxom ladies. And now a pile Continue reading
Surprise comes slowly to a redwood. So slowly we might think it remorse or grief or the color brown or the feeling of that which has not been done. Not dropped Continue reading
We watch what we think is hesitance as its long legs enter the stream’s edge Continue reading
The heart won’t make its point. Why not let you go out into the sun where blossoms burst and rush like oxycontin? The chickadee’s precision in the pear chastises my ear Continue reading
With cockroaches, disgust does not become revenge. It’s terror hammered like an onion. And when a veteran roach, steeped (like a tea bag) in survival’s dexterity, shapeshifts: from under the sole Continue reading
