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as I lumber through the astronomy of years objects within my gravity drift farther away perhaps the mass of my persona has weakened much as the ligaments in my knees perhaps even I as entity sentient and foolish am spreading out...

this planet stone and iron and boiling blood does ten billion seem long does it feel the years in the grating of its blistered plates when like restless limbs it shifts its mountains and its seas the immortal jellyfish makes...

the child is wild sprout a vine bomb exploding across the habitat probing a thousand paths before you can martial up the texts call on Jesus or Buddha or other docents you imagine might shape this beast of blossom but the child...

Only you and I carry that October night that smelled like burning leaves and hot cider when Dad wrapped his face in Ace bandages and put on sunglasses and a leather jacket. He walked all over the neighborhood. No one knew who he...

After Marie Howe’s Isaac I went though I knew I wouldn’t come back. I carried the letter that ordered my doom. On account of a woman I thought I could trust. I told her not to bathe where others could see. It’s said she mourned...

To the neighbors, the derelict farm’s a ghost ship, adrift on a sea of brown and green. To the memories trapped inside, the home’s a hulk. They’re soldiers waiting out a war, not caring which side wins so long as the end comes...

For Jenny Schulz White pines, bark the burnt clay of the chapel bricked together sabbaths after second service, served as lodestar to the kin who’d knelt before the stones of their departed, crowns above the corn leading the way...

After Marianne Boruch’s Aubade Moon vine fragrance eggs the mockingbird to sing: stealing as an incubus with whatever voice it needs. Pity the bird with just one song. No whistle, no bell–a stark trill only another of its...