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The season’s going nowhere, the TV temperature tracker a scribble of zigzags. Weather cycling from warm to cool clothes stuck between shorts and sweaters trees half leaf, half bare. Even the wind is not directional but circular...

The deep shade of cottonwood leaves that make a raw-edged carpet cooling summer grass blows away in October wind that lifts it like floating gauze. I see no shadow now, only frail twigs clinging to a barren tree. Even things...

The nursing home keeps moving her from drab to more drab, from halls where attendants canter briskly to impress the visitors, to halls where dust settles in gray carpets. Forty years a teacher of the blighted, infants poisoned...

Y’all need a receipt? With that routine query she hauls away my goin’ out and doin’ duds, my airport, hotel, and committee gear, my struttin’down the street togs, respectable church suits, happy-to-be-seen bikini. So much that...

We belong to the sky. He greets our mornings and closes on home burials. He covered all our homelands before “property” and “realty.” We live in the sunlight that shapes the oldest pines and maples, light rising on waves of...

My nieces are the young girls looking down from the dancing calendar, smiling as they smile, eyes, the same mouths, and fully dressed where just one seemed to want the music for her steps. shawls are the butterfly wings feather...

Cling to your miracle, treasure it. Look! That rose sprung from the cracked pavement—suddenly there like a sudden unhoped-for hope—it flowered to heal those wounded, cracked passageways of your heart. It is yours alone, that...

he dangles the tail around his neck down we march to the beach while I offer instructions he twirls the tail finds a place with the wind behind us gathers the leadstring and runs wildly runs round and round in ever-widening...

A benevolent tree breathes and leafy lungs shade me, sharing music made of shaped air, words in Sunday concert clothes. The sky wears local blue, distant haze. Wildfire taints what we breathe— the contiguous sky over us, in us....

The brain neurons that move humans to speech give songbirds a voice. A fledgling rehearses thousands of times, perfecting a dangerous love song that lures a mate and wakes the hungry hawk. Still, this feathered musicologist...

As a child I heard the news of population explosion and saw my growing self pressed shoulder to shoulder wedged against static strangers. We packed tight the Great Plains of North America, no place to go, no running, no room for...