Marigolds The season is ripe and the seeds take rootin the caverns of my eyes.Spindling roots with secret urgency,tying knots from hidden capillaries.Soon,in a gesture...

Science 101 Like the universeI’m expanding -sadly, not nearlythe way I had hoped.Our physics teachererroneously told usobjects lose massas they approach       the speed of lightand yetas...

SURFACES Winter’s hand. Damp streets. Morning’s glareon clouded windows. March the third. Light whittles branches to brushstrokes.We are not fooled by the appearance of things. Fear in...