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The light between three and four in the afternoon is so intense that it makes the mesh on the screen door disappear in haze. Every sound is precise and distant like the voices of rowers across water, and you know that, that slap...

Huelo, Hawaiʻi My father taught me to give young shoots space— Choose the thigh-high baby banana, slide the blade of the shovel down the side of the mama, lift rootlets, soil, the whole being, out. We fed the world that pink...

Mogollon, New Mexico My father speaks of a darkness of ravens circling, contemplating the next wild fire. While wind croons and keens in burnt-out pine he cuts wood for winter— A jet-black bird banks on the diamond rudder of its...

Small things can penetrate private places larger items don’t fit. That’s the secret of an electron microscope’s superiority to light. It offers a better way of seeing than sight. Poets can work this way also, if they let...

Imprisons music in a cage of teeth. From behind the smile comes the word-barrage. Not a parakeet’s sweet melody or a parrot’s nonsense chatter more like a monkey in a zoo Hurling excrement to discourage curious onlookers and...

What does this old carcass have to do with you, who used to be so young and cute? Whose skin is this they wrapped you in? When does the funeral begin? The tall, ceremonial mirror suggests a great occasion awaits. Let it wait....

Of course you called for things most soothing, in that echo chamber between your hands, a megaphone of hope that carried your entreaties to the dusty other world flattened behind the blinds. You’d get there yourself if you...

My family didn’t recognize me when I knocked weakly on the door, aspect hidden in the dark, repeating silently names I wasn’t sure I could still pronounce. But after relaxing to my presence at the table, my wife extended her...

After Robert Hayden Awake I’d hear her uneven steps on linoleum the limp a gift from polio during the Great Depression. Then the clink of bowls and spoons, the fridge door that swung open and closed like judgment. Girls were...

After Maya Angelou Light forces its will over the Carson Range between my wooden blinds. Keys on hooks, on a laptop all nap in anticipation of fingers, of jingle and tap. The city stretches itself awake foothills to mountains....

Problem solved, Doctor Science? Honeybee die-off a thing of the past? I’ve seen your prototype drone bee, size of a pack of cigarettes, four propellers, horse hair bristles coated with gel. It seems— cumbersome—a polite word for...