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April 24, 2015

What is it about rows of corn stubs flipping past, electrical wires sagging in sync with the tracks, whistle beaming …

Day 10

April 10, 2015

I dreamt of Franko last night; we slipped together easy, sighing hard, and watched an old woman die dancing bold …

February 4, 2015

A tiny, frozen splash alights under my left eye. What is falling at 6:05 a.m., here, in the dark? Black …

September 21, 2014

My muscles tear for you, infinitely small and subtle, healing and tearing again. In time, I am bent to fit …

August 20, 2014

I. Four white roses bud in the scorching August sun with care, confidence. II. The sun loots our patch in its …

May 14, 2014

Rain smatters the windshield,
streams from my car
over the interstate,

April 23, 2014

The fragments of your hair,
having shifted pigment and mixtures of pigments
to now solid gray,

April 17, 2014

Forest floor beneath,
suspended within the green,