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sound like growths that need to be removed, or an ancient technology left behind by a superior otherworldly race. Some people call them rain barrels now, cupped hands hoping to catch pure water for garden use. At Quarry Farm one...

The united splintered long ago rushing to the surface were the dendrites our ancient impulse towards love or fear therein lies our solitary debacle a fissure in our transparent globe we magnify the eruption cracks shining forth...

Do not get on the wrong side of a great blue heron he is minding his own you came upon him unknowingly as you turn realizing you are in someone else’s company besides the young couple casting their lines for a bite or tug do not...

He was vigilant in his waiting A steadfast focus propelled him into my visceral eye motionless in his defiant stance his utter stillness held court while his counterparts did their best acrobatics winged yet stationary poised...

Vertical, narrow, gold, box, with chrysanthemum seals. Inside, sheets of handmade paper. Reading down, Each character painted, with a brush, dipped in poet’s ink. A secret recipe, carefully...

Two black wafers Separated by white cream Have been my downfall Throughout my life As a child Separate the wafers Lick off the filling With a glass of milk As an adult A comfort food At my fingertips Studying for exams Watching...

Old calendars are where the past goes when it dies, where days are laid to rest – each in its small rectangular plot, space by space, row by row, in some month’s cemetery. In each, numerals – like tiny headstones –...

The once bright revelry of leaves is now fallen on hard times and the frost-hardened earth beneath. The weary trees already dream within their blackened bark, and not even a cricket sings in the shriveled grass along the frozen...

          Neither dog nor wolf – he is the poor relation and the unacknowledged kin, slinking warily among the chollas, a tan shadow against the day, too often disparaged and reviled – and we, judgmentally, malign the dog in...

Despite its beauty, and all its lasting worth, the past has no power to soothe our current ills – any more than it could cure its own. And so we leave the golden domes of yesterday like cranes that wing through sacred skies: we...