Sorting Through Mail at a Senior Home
I make small piles on my desk
To separate the residents
Who have passed and those still waiting
For letters that...
typing double r's
is a mistake my computer is attached tolike loving the wrong personor eating after 8
it can’t resistgiving me a string of themeach...
Insomne
Azules sueños cruzan la habitación a oscuras
formando el rostro de las noches
en un cielo de humedad.
Alimenta el viento
la voz del aguacero,
surca mis oídos y...
loose harvest
In another life, I was edible
flowers. I wore a fitted baby tee
that said tubular. It came to define
me. Fingerling sounds dirty—name of a...
Sabbath I
Every moment,
in the waning sun
is christened with the possibility
of rest, with the knowledge
that another is worthy
of the green’s blessing,
with the delight of light...
A Simple MachineThe noose that was used to hang John Brown is allegedly in the permanent collection at the Massachusetts Historical Society.
Frayed and wild...
