The sun is an old tire. The sun is a grand piano. The sun is a borrowed mother, a sutured wind, a still spiral air.              Continue reading →

I have murderous thoughts like  what if the virus should kill us all  hiding in my home watching  the earth thaw and the birds  returned too early worry  up and down Continue reading →

Today in the taxi my passenger was crying into her phone. She’d just had a miscarriage. Who was she talking to? Her mother, perhaps. She hoped there was an invisible hand Continue reading →

four-months in this world & puppy-footed goes scavenging the backyard for death skunks the leaf rot, the mulchy bed of dog shit & rocks beneath a crackling ice sheet, finds a Continue reading →

My wife thinks the crows are talking to her with their midnight beaks and ragged feathers and maybe she sees the sky through their eyes the reef of dark storm cloud Continue reading →