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you were here just now kitchen dance party your laugh as you stood still and I twirled around you as you asked (in my memory) does this count? just so you know it all counted it counts, still you were here just now kitchen dance...

at my annual physical last month, my doctor asked me who I live with after pausing to think, I said just me later in our conversation, I mentioned my amazing one-whiskered, otherwise all-black cat I was telling some anecdote...

Bitter is the bite of memory and wisdom is a skein spun by sorrow. Odin made us, plucked we two ravens from sky where we flew sun-sated in morning. With names he ensnared us, with god-spelled runes he compelled us to speed his...

Warmly held in Antonia’s hands The cricket opens its wings and sings, bravely thinking summer has come again Thus the writer shows how, long past a season of regretted decisions, We bravely start over...

That summer, a week before he died the streets filled suddenly with clouds of small, white moths. Flying, seemingly at random, they would alight with the chance of a petal falling on a shoulder or the sweaty neck of a horse...

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....