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the birds competing with Vivaldi this crisp June morning how is it too cold on the patio today when yesterday was balmy even with a fleece jacket hot coffee, a blanket I retreat back inside I carry the cool of the morning...

when I am so lonely I can taste it in my dry mouth the universe brings rain to slake my thirst

hearing the rain start I head to the porch to welcome it home wind kicks up taking my breath away rain flies into my face, my arms my legs rubbing my skin dry-ish I settle in for a storm thunder in the distance bodes well as it...

I know you weren’t darkness – you were just trying to let darkness speak – In a world that only recognizes light, even when it’s false – Heartbreak, madness, vengeance, and loss – the places others fear to seek. For sadness and...

Because losing faith is like losing weight and none of your old credos fit and nobody knows who you are in that calico sackcloth? Because you don’t know what to say to your sister’s sanctimonious grin— Sister, forgive me, for I...

Science News, March 12, 2022 Don’t I know some quantum particles gotta get right back where they started. Take your old bod—the one that walked on four legs in morning, two at noon, three at night? Well, in your case, it’s...

no scum, no scullery, no gray sink or stale air, no dull odor of root rot, no bad taste lingering like froth on gristled soup, when the smallest cavity does not become a canyon in the mouth, and the one white fly does not foul...

“No one wants to read a poem about your dead grandmother,” the poet laureate preached. Well, my dead grandmothers wouldn’t want poetry written about them either—dead or alive. Their villages shattered, brothers and sisters...

I can speak without my voice. If I want to, I can use my mother tongue and still speak anguish, my second language. Our diaspora survived. Stumbled over deserts of death, stammered across waters. Spoke English haltingly. My...

In a flannel nightgown, an hour after sunset, she seems farm wife or owner, fraught, as she bends by kerosene light over bills on a scratched wood table, A white cockatoo on her shoulder nips for attention. and as she lifts him...

He is a white collar with the barest stain even Oxycline can’t erase The cross he wears on a leather cord is a warning, subtle like the faint smell of milk before it sours.. A scarlet apple with a small bruise. How far does the...

She watches herself push off in a boat once tethered to a splintered dock, feels the lash of arctic cold glimpses the edge of red toothed hyenas, drenches in colors of raindrops, until, muscles ropey, and clothes in tatters, she...